I climbed as far as the hatch. It was open. But instead of the broad daylight I was expecting, I found that I was surrounded by total darkness. Where were we? Had I been mistaken? Was it still night? No! Not one star was twinkling, and nighttime is never so utterly black.
I wasn’t sure what to think, when a voice said to me:
“Is that you, professor?”
“Ah, Captain Nemo!” I replied. “Where are we?”
“Underground, professor.”
“Underground!” I exclaimed. “And the Nautilus is still floating?”
“It always floats.”
“But I don’t understand!”
“Wait a little while. Our beacon is about to go on, and if you want some light on the subject, you’ll be satisfied.”
I set foot on the platform and waited. The darkness was so profound I couldn’t see even Captain Nemo. However, looking at the zenith directly overhead, I thought I caught sight of a feeble glimmer, a sort of twilight filtering through a circular hole. Just then the beacon suddenly went on, and its intense brightness made that hazy light vanish.