“Let’s think this over,” I said to myself, “and let’s take our time. Hunting otters in underwater forests, as we did in the forests of Crespo Island, is an acceptable activity. But to roam the bottom of the sea when you’re almost certain to meet man-eaters in the neighborhood, that’s another story! I know that in certain countries, particularly the Andaman Islands, Negroes don’t hesitate to attack sharks, dagger in one hand and noose in the other; but I also know that many who face those fearsome animals don’t come back alive. Besides, I’m not a Negro, and even if I were a Negro, in this instance I don’t think a little hesitation on my part would be out of place.” And there I was, fantasizing about sharks, envisioning huge jaws armed with multiple rows of teeth and capable of cutting a man in half. I could already feel a definite pain around my pelvic girdle. And how I resented the offhand manner in which the captain had extended his deplorable invitation! You would have thought it was an issue of going into the woods on some harmless fox hunt! “Thank heavens!” I said to myself. “Conseil will never want to come along, and that’ll be my excuse for not going with the captain.” As for Ned Land, I admit I felt less confident of his wisdom. Danger, however great, held a perennial attraction for his aggressive nature. I went back to reading Sirr’s book, but I leafed through it mechanically. Between the lines I kept seeing fearsome, wide-open jaws. Just then Conseil and the Canadian entered with a calm, even gleeful air. Little did they know what was waiting for them. “Ye gods, sir!” Ned Land told me. “Your Captain Nemo—the devil take him—has just made us a very pleasant proposition!” “Oh!” I said. “You know about—” “With all due respect to master,” Conseil replied, “the Nautilus’s commander has invited us, together with master, for a visit tomorrow to Ceylon’s magnificent pearl fisheries. He did so in the most cordial terms and conducted himself like a true gentleman.” “He didn’t tell you anything else?” “Nothing, sir,” the Canadian replied. “He said you’d already discussed this little stroll.” “Indeed,” I said. “But didn’t he give you any details on—” “Not a one, Mr. Naturalist. You will be going with us, right?” “Me? Why yes, certainly, of course! I can see that you like the idea, Mr. Land.” “Yes! It will be a really unusual experience!” “And possibly dangerous!” I added in an insinuating tone. “Dangerous?” Ned Land replied. “A simple trip to an oysterbank?” Assuredly, Captain Nemo hadn’t seen fit to plant the idea of sharks in the minds of my companions. For my part, I stared at them with anxious eyes, as if they were already missing a limb or two. Should I alert them? Yes, surely, but I hardly knew how to go about it. “Would master,” Conseil said to me, “give us some background on pearl fishing?” “On the fishing itself?” I asked. “Or on the occupational hazards that—”