Captain Nemo listens to your story, arms folded, face emotionless. There’s a flicker of curiosity in his gaze, but it’s impossible to tell what he thinks of your story or of your admiration of him. …So you’ve read about me. Well, I take it you’ve deduced that Cyrus Harding-Smith’s account of my death was a deliberate fabrication to dissuade certain authorities from searching for us. You must also know my policy that those who set foot on the Nautilus cannot return to civilization.
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