On one of the maps, the captain had shown me our location, flowing toward the northeast in one of the many sea rivers, called the Black River. I was examining this map when Conseil and Ned Land walked into the sitting room. They were shocked at what they saw.

Where are we? exclaimed the Canadian. In a museum in Canada?

No, my friends, I answered, you are not in Canada, but rather on the Nautilus 150 feet below the surface of the water.

But Professor Aronnx, said Ned Land, can you tell me how many men onboard? Ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred?

I do not know, Mr. Land, but we should not attempt to escape right now, as we know very little about the Nautilus and its crew and captain. This submarine is an incredible invention, and we should explore this wonder while we have such an opportunity.

See! exclaimed the Canadian, but we can see nothing in this iron prison.