20,000 Leagues Under the Sea: Captain Nemo > iPad, iPhone, Android, Mac & PC Game | Big Fish Only $2.99 - use coupon NEW299 Customer Reviews 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea: Captain Nemo 2.4 5 24 24 Tells the story as Verne wrote it, and holds your attention I know that it is a bit clunky, and that the translation suffers. But the storyline is there, straight from Verne, and you can get into the story. The HOS are pertinent to the story, and they do advance the plot. The visuals are great, specially under the ocean. It is kind of muted, for those who are addicted to real bright colors. And you do not get into the mood "another damned HOS", get on with the story already!" And you get to fight the Kraken! December 31, 2016 Lighten Up, People ... It's Not That Bad More often than not when a game gets horrible reviews and I try it, I like it. Conversely when a game gets rave reviews, I am left disappointed.

Yes, this game has some translation flaws, but the hint system helps. You increase your hints by finding stars, which are fairly obvious. You can have a maximum of 6 hints, When you use hint number 6, a star will automatically pop up in the scene to replace the used hint. As far as getting around in the Nautilus, tIhere are highlighted arrows to click on so you know where to go. There is no guessing, or clicking 8 times down, 5 times to the right, as other annoying games make you do. The graphics are clear and bright and the hidden objects are not heaped on top of each other in what some call junk piles. There is no blood and guts, no vampires, no monsters -- so if that's your liking, stay away from this. I finished the trial and will purchase it, so I cannot comment on the length. If you want a "sit back and relax" game this will fit that bill. And when something gets lost in translation, just carry on. I hope this review will counteract some of the overstated mishaps of this game. No, it is not the best hidden object game, but it is far from the worst. At least give it a try.

March 26, 2013 Legend Of The Steel Sea Monster! I played the entire demo and found this game to be entertaining enough to hold my interest. The tutorial does an excellent job and the hidden object scenes were a mixture of list finds and finding the object that matches the silhouetted shape. The scenes were different each time and some of the scenes required you to interact with the inventory such as finding and using scraps found in the sea to construct a raft. Mini games were available such as organizing books on the shelves to reflect a spectrum of colors from greens into blues. You could find hidden stars to recharge hints with a maximum of 6 and there were controls that allowed you to zoom in and scan the room for items. I actually liked this adventure aboard the Nautilus, enjoy! January 28, 2014 GOOD LIGHTHEARTED GAME WITH LOTS OF DIALOGUE When I first started to play the demo I wasn't sure if I was going to like it but about 10 minutes into the game I really enjoyed playing this game. You are on a mission to explore the Nautilus with Captian Nemo and his crew. You have to so a series of things leading up to the task.

But the only downfall I have is that it is short. I wish the game was longer. December 9, 2013 Entertaining I was a nice game, not very hard to play. November 15, 2011 A Different Hidden Object Game The game itself was too short, and there didn't seem to be much of a challenge, it was too easy and over way to quickly for me. November 15, 2011 Passible Bought this for $2, but wish I hadn't. The game is ok but the left and right zoom is just annoying. The story wasn't that great. The different types of games is nice. Makes for a nice change of pace, but isn't enough really. February 16, 2012 Average all the way - but not the worst I have tried..... Despite the rating thought I'd give the trial a go. I agree with what has already been posted re the language & being forced to use hints to find something completely different to what you thought you were looking for. I also agree with many of the other comments re quality of graphics etc. Certainly not up to intermediate/expert level.

Straightforward HO but with too much narrative for my personal liking. Good for HO beginners or youngsters (given no dark overtone)? August 10, 2013 i learned things about captain nemo i didn't know. i don't know how true this story is and didn't look it up, but if it is true, i learned a lot. captain nemo takes on on a crew that he rescues and says that they can spend the rest of their lives on his submarine or perish in the ocean. they have no choice. this is the adventure of captain nemo and that crew. hint and skip charge at an average rate. mini games not overly hard. played casual, low sound. the clicking sometimes doesn't respond too fast and you have to wait, but it is an older game. November 3, 2013 It was just ok I only played the trial version, but was glad I did not spend any money on it. It was mostly sort of lame from the story line to the hidden object scenes. The creators used old world definitions for objects, making a two fold thing. One to figure out what they meant, two to find it.

The graphics were good, the story was cool, but I would not buy it. February 6, 2014 Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (Literature) - TV Tropes Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea You need to login to do this. Get Known if you don't have an account Share Literature / Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea × "That which is far off, and exceeding deep, who can find it out?" — Ecclesiastes 7:24 Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea is an 1869 adventure novel by Jules Verne . It scores a solid 5 on Mohs Scale of Science Fiction Hardness and has a strong focus on technology, existentialism, and marine biology. During a visit to America, Professor Aronnax, a famous French marine biologist, is invited to join a US Navy expedition in the hunt for a mysterious sea monster (believed to be a giant narwhal) that has attacked and damaged two ships.

Once they find the narwhal, it attacks, causing Aronnax, his trusty manservant Conseil and Ned Land, the ship's Canadian harpoonist, to fall overboard (well, Conseil jumped, to rescue the Professor). They clamber onto the only dry spot in the sea, namely the narwhal's back, expecting to drown as soon as it dives. Then a hatch opens... The mysterious narwhal is in fact not a whale, but a high-tech electric submarine, owned and designed by the mysterious and eccentric Captain Nemo . While refusing to put our heroes ashore, he lets them live, and takes them on a fantastic journey under the seas of the world, showing them the many wonders of the world beneath the waves. Aronnax finds himself torn between his passionate interest in marine biology and his desire for freedom - should he try to escape with his comrades or stay and find out why Nemo sails around the world, sinking British and American ships? The novel has a sequel, The Mysterious Island , which tells Nemo's Back Story . Fun fact that people sometimes forget: the title refers to the distance the Nautilus travels horizontally over the course of the book, not the depth it dives to.

20,000 leagues vertically would be impossible, being 80,000 kilometersnote Verne used the metric league, which is 4 km, or twice the circumference of the Earth. The translation is partly to blame ; a closer translation would be Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the 'Seas', which is sometimes used in more modern translations. A Saturday Night Live sketch with guest host Kelsey Grammar as Nemo lampshaded this misconception. The book is now out of copyright, and the original French text can be obtained from Project Gutenberg here . This English translation , done by Verne scholar Frederick Paul Walter, is a modern, highly accurate translation of the book, free of the errors that many other editions of the book have. Alternatively, check out the most common edition here . This translation, done by the Reverend Lewis Page Mercier, is widely considered to be the worst translation of the book; it is riddled with errors and censorship, as well as incorrect numbers (for example, the density of steel is given as .7 to .8 times that of water, while Verne really wrote 7.8 times that of water, which is the correct value).

Sadly, it is also the most common translation - check your bookshelves for this version! This also allowed life-long fan and mini-submarines builder Pat Regan to publish a sequel (mostly inspired by Disney's movie), titled ''Vulcanium'' The best-known adaptation of the novel is the 1954 live-action Disney film . The novel Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea shows examples of the following tropes: Abnormal Ammo : The Nautilus crew's armament of choice is an air-rifle that fires a glass bullet containing a small capacitor. When the glass shatters, the capacitor unleashes its charge, instantly killing the target. Above Good and Evil : What Captain Nemo claims to be. He really isn't. See ï¿½bermensch below. Absent-Minded Professor : Aronnax has this a few times. One chapter has him declare a book he's been engrossed in for several hours as utterly brilliant, which Conseil is bemused by. When Aronnax asks what's so funny, Conseil tells him to check the spine to see who wrote it... turns out, it was Aronnax himself, and he'd completely forgotten about it.

A Weapon of Mass Destruction is an Artifact of Doom . No Man Should Have This Power and if he does, he becomes an ï¿½bermensch . No matter what a wholesome Nice Guy you genuinely are, if you become an ï¿½bermensch because you have a Weapon of Mass Destruction , for a time you will be The Anti-Nihilist , but slowly but surely you will become a Nietzsche Wannabe . Affably Evil : Deconstructed by Captain Nemo, who is a genuinely noble Nice Guy who has access to technology enjoyed by none else. How can a truly good man cross the Moral Event Horizon ? Because he is slowly but surely losing his sanity through the novel, and in the end he becomes a Death Seeker . All-Loving Hero : Professor Aronnax is a humble Wide-Eyed Idealist scientist that already had won the Undying Loyalty of Counseil before he comes to the Nautilus, he also makes Ned Land do a More Expendable Than You sacrifice when they are in the Pole, and he is ultimately the reason why Captain Nemo gets his Villainous Breakdown when Aronnax discovers the Nautilus is a Weapon of Mass Destruction .

Almost Out of Oxygen : When the Nautilus is trapped under the Antarctic ice. Verne, however, did his research. Oxygen is not a problem, due to the Nautilus having plenty of electricity and water around, but without caustic potash to bind the carbon dioxide the heroes are screwed anyway. Anti-Villain : Nemo. His hatred of the British is perfectly understandable, given his Back Story . However, attacking civilians for happening to be on a ship flying the wrong colours... And the fact that he is holding everyone captive at that. He's pretty much a crystal clear Well-Intentioned Extremist . Artifact of Doom : The Nautilus is this for Captain Nemo: by using it as a Weapon of Mass Destruction , Nemo discovers that With Great Power Comes Great Insanity . Atlantis : Captain Nemo shows Professor Aronnax the ruins of Atlantis. Atlantis Is Boring : There is a discussion over whether this trope applies or not to this novel. Awesome, but Impractical : Discussed. When Nemo is telling Aronnax about his vast riches, extracting gold from seawater is mentioned, but it would cost so much as to turn little, if any, profit.

Especially when using advanced diving suits to get it from sunken wrecks is so much easier. Battle Butler : Conseil. Beard of Evil : Nemo is depicted with a beard in the 1954 Disney film version (probably the most well-known adaptation) and pretty much every adaptation afterwards. He had a beard before that as well, in the 1916 black and white silent adaptation (which merged it with the sequel, The Mysterious Island into one story, as if the events all took place simultaneously, though the sequel was supposed to be many years later), Nemo has a beard, as well as wearing Blackface . The beard already appeared in the original illustrations of the book, since the artist used Colonel Charas as a model - fitting as Charas' life was somewhat similar to Nemo's, and he may also have been Verne's inspiration for the character.

Beauty Equals Goodness : Lampshaded when Wide-Eyed Idealist Aronnax uses physiognomy to justify that a stocky character is a fool and the goodï¿½looking man is someone good, but rethinks this theory when the goodï¿½looking man (Captain Nemo) left him starving with their companions in a cell. Also Deconstructed later on when Aronnax begins seeing just how dangerous Nemo is... A disciple of such characterï¿½judging anatomists as Gratiolet or Engel could have read this man's features like an open book . Without hesitation, I identified his dominant qualitiesï¿½selfï¿½confidence, since his head reared like a nobleman's above the arc formed by the lines of his shoulders, and his black eyes gazed with icy assurance; calmness, since his skin, pale rather than ruddy, indicated tranquility of blood; energy, shown by the swiftly knitting muscles of his brow; and finally courage, since his deep breathing denoted tremendous reserves of vitality.

I might add that this was a man of great pride, that his calm, firm gaze seemed to reflect thinking on an elevated plane, and that the harmony of his facial expressions and bodily movements resulted in an overall effect of unquestionable candorï¿½according to the findings of physiognomists, those analysts of facial character. I felt "involuntarily reassured" in his presence , and this boded well for our interview. Berserk Button : Ned Land discovers that he must never surrender to The Empire while Nemo is The Captain of the Nautilus. Big Eater : Ned Land, whose only interest in an any wildlife species seems to run entirely in a culinary direction. Broken Pedestal : After spending the novel swimming in Stockholm Syndrome for Captain Nemo, Aronnax sees him crossing the Moral Event Horizon in a terrible Kick the Dog moment. And yet... I returned to the saloon, fearing and yet hoping to see Captain Nemo, wishing and yet not wishing to see him. What could I have said to him? Could I hide the involuntary horror with which he inspired me? No. It was better that I should not meet him face to face; better to forget him. And yetï¿½ Canada, Eh?

: Although the narration constantly reminds us that Ned Land is Canadian, he actually doesn't fit the modern stereotype in that he's loud, arrogant, and rather meatheaded (and whistles "Yankee Doodle"). It's entirely possible that he's a transplanted American who ended up living in Canada one way or another. Although for a Canadian harpoonist it fits, lumberjacks and fishermen aren't the shy ones even in Canada (even Yankee Doodle kind of make sense given how the culture between both countries were open even back then) The Captain : Deconstructed with Nemo, he is so charismatic a captain and so loved by his crew that nobody notices his Villainous Breakdown . Character Filibuster : Arronax tends to go off on long digressions about various species of marine life he's observed, interrupting the adventure story of which he's one of the main characters. Closed Circle : Even when the Nautilus travels around the whole world, Professor Aronnax , Conseil and Ned Land are confined to the submarine . They only talk with Captain Nemo (all the other crew talk a secret language).

Completely Unnecessary Translator : A variation occurs when Professor Aronnax , Conseil and Ned Land failing to understand the language used by their captors, try to talk to them in their respective native languages (French, German (Conseil is Dutch, but presumably uses German because Dutch is a very rare language outside of The Netherlands) and English, respectively). When their captors didnï¿½t react, Aronnax attempted to speak Latin without success. In a second interview, the man that later presented himself as Captain Nemo told them: ...After some moments of silence, which not one of us dreamed of breaking, "Gentlemen," said he, in a calm and penetrating voice, "I speak French, English, German, and Latin equally well. I could, therefore, have answered you at our first interview, but I wished to know you first, then to reflectï¿½ï¿½ Con Lang : Subverted because even when the Nautilus crew uses a language that Professor Aronnax cannot recognize, Verne didnï¿½t bother himself making any words of it except "Nautron respoc lorni virch." that Aronnax thinks must mean: "There's nothing in sight.".

Aronnax describes the language like this: "ï¿½ a language I didn't recognize. It was a sonorous, harmonious, flexible dialect whose vowels seemed to undergo a highly varied accentuation". Given that the Nautilus crew is a N.G.O. Superpower , it makes sense this language is a Con Lang Completely Original, designed to substitute all the other ï¿½continentalï¿½ languages that were original to each of the crew countries that the crew has abandoned. Aronnax observes that just moments before his death, one of the crew forgets to use that Con Lang and ask for help in French. A hungry Ned Land also theorizes: "Don't you see, these people have a language all to themselves, a language they've invented just to cause despair in decent people who ask for a little dinner! Why, in every country on earth, when you open your mouth, snap your jaws, smack your lips and teeth, isn't that the world's most understandable message?

From Quebec to the Tuamotu Islands, from Paris to the Antipodes, doesn't it mean: I'm hungry, give me a bite to eat!" Conspiracy Theorist : Played for Laughs with Ned Land: As a professional fisher, he doesnï¿½t believe in Sea monsters (giant narwhales or octopus), but he believes that his captors could be cannibals , that the language spoken in the Nautilus is a conspiracy to let him die of hunger (see Con Lang ) and in Artificial Human : "Haven't seen or heard a thing!" the Canadian replied. "I haven't even spotted the crew of this boat. By any chance, could they be electric too?" "Electric?" "Oh ye gods, I'm half tempted to believe it!" Cool Ship : The Nautilus, which has a greater range than any existing non-nuclear submarine. Crippling Overspecialization : Conseil can rattle off any animal or plant's exact order, class, phylum, genus and species, but only once he's told their name, being unable to actually identify a single one. Death Seeker : As Nemo's mental health deteriorates through the course of the story, he becomes more reckless.

Deliberate Values Dissonance : In-Universe : Ned Land asks Captain Nemoï¿½s permission to hunt some whales. Nemo denies it and he accuses Ned of being an Egomaniac Hunter . Next they see some cachalots and Nemo destroys them using the ''Nautilus''ï¿½ spur . When Ned accuses Nemo as being The Butcher , Nemo answers that the cachalots were mischievous creatures and the Nautilus is his weapon . Verne shows us that no matter how much mistaken is the philosophy of Great White Hunter , they will never do the damage that the Ubersmench can do using science. Disproportionate Retribution : Conseil and Arronax geek out over a seashell that twists left-handedly instead of to the right. When a lucky shot from one of the attacking natives shatters it, Conseil promptly picks up a gun and shoots the man. The Dividual : Arronax believes that Ned and Conseil together would have made a remarkable naturalist (the former can identify most of the sea creatures they see, the latter can classify them in seconds).

Dysfunction Junction : There are only four principal characters in the novel due to the Closed Circle : Conseil has so much Undying Loyalty that he considers himself an extension of his employer. Professor Aronnax practically swims in Stockholm Syndrome , Captain Nemo has a slow Villainous Breakdown caused by him, a good man, crossing once and again the Moral Event Horizon . Ned Land slowly Goes Mad From The Isolation . Dumbass Has a Point : In all of the book, Ned Land opines Captain Nemo is a despot and the Power Trio must attempt the Great Escape as soon as possible. Professor Aronnax and Conseil are impressed with Nemo and their incredible voyage, and it's not until they see Nemo crossing the Moral Event Horizon before they realize Ned was the Only Sane Man . Egomaniac Hunter : Captain Nemo accuses Ned Land of being one when Ned ask him permission to hunt whales only because he wants to. "And to what purpose?" replied Captain Nemo; "only to destroy!

We have nothing to do with the whale-oil on board." "But, sir," continued the Canadian, "in the Red Sea you allowed us to follow the dugong." "Then it was to procure fresh meat for my crew. Here it would be killing for killing's sake. I know that is a privilege reserved for man, but I do not approve of such murderous pastime . In destroying the southern whale (like the Greenland whale, an inoffensive creature), your traders do a culpable action, Master Land. They have already depopulated the whole of Baffin's Bay, and are annihilating a class of useful animals. Leave the unfortunate cetacea alone. They have plenty of natural enemiesï¿½cachalots, swordfish, and sawfishï¿½without you troubling them." Egopolis : Captain Nemo displays a variant when he claims an entire continent for himself, acting like a sovereign (but see Exactly What It Says on the Tin below): ...Well now!

In 1868, on this 21st day of March, I myself, Captain Nemo, have reached the South Pole at 90°, and I hereby claim this entire part of the globe, equal to oneï¿½sixth of the known continents." "In the name of which sovereign, Captain?" "In my own name, sir!" So saying, Captain Nemo unfurled a black flag bearing a gold "N" on its quartered bunting. Then, turning toward the orb of day, whose last rays were licking at the sea's horizon: "Farewell, O sun!" he called. "Disappear, O radiant orb! Retire beneath this open sea, and let six months of night spread their shadows over my new domains!" Go Mad from the Isolation : After seven months of not talking with any other human being except Captain Nemo, Professor Aronnax and Battle Butler Conseil, the independent and Book Dumb Ned Land, not interested in submarine investigation, is slowly going insane. I'll also mention that the Canadian, at the end of his strength and patience, made no further appearances.

Conseil couldn't coax a single word out of him and feared that, in a fit of delirium while under the sway of a ghastly homesickness, Ned would kill himself. So he kept a devoted watch on his friend every instant. Greater Scope Villain : The Empire that slaughtered Nemo's family, the hunting of whom is a large part of what drove Nemo to become the dangerous man he is. The sequel confirms them to be the British Empire, whom Verne's predominantly French audience would have largely thought of as a Greater Scope Villain in much of Real Life , too. Great Escape : Aronnax, Counseil and Ned Land are prisoners in the Nautilus . To regain their freedom, they must attempt a successful Great Escape because there will not be a second chance. Great White Hunter : Ned Land. Handshake Refusal : Professor Aronnax gets this treatment with Captain Nemo. Nemo doesn't distrust Aronnax , it's just to show how far Nemo has been subject to Madden Into Misanthropy : I thought the commander would offer me his hand, to seal our agreement. He did nothing of the sort. I regretted that.

Have a Gay Old Time : Goes along with the Stockholm Syndrome and the Ho Yay . For example; This man was certainly the most admirable specimen I had ever met. Heel Realization : After Captain Nemos Kick the Dog moment, Wide-Eyed Idealist Aronnax realizes the true price of his travels with Captain Nemo: "He had made me, if not an accomplice, at least an eyewitness to his vengeance! Even this was intolerable." He Who Fights Monsters : Captain Nemo Majored in Western Hypocrisy and wants revenge against The Empire . He creates an N.G.O. Superpower with a Oddly Small Organization with her own Con Lang , he claims a continent in his name, creates the Nautilus to conquer The Final Frontier (the sea) and to use it as a Weapon of Mass Destruction , insists in only using sea related products , and the prisoners he considers valuable are placed in a Gilded Cage but those who not are mercilessly destroyed . Trying to destroy The Empire , he ends creating a society very much like it . He Knows Too Much : The reason Aronnax, Conseil and Ned Land will remain prisoners of the Nautilus and cannot come back to Civilization. Ever.

(Captain Nemo lets them abandon the Nautilus and explore land, but it is always on uncivilized shores). Captain Nemo explains: "... You came to surprise a secret which no man in the world must penetrateï¿½the secret of my whole existence. And you think that I am going to send you back to that world which must know me no more? Never! In retaining you, it is not you whom I guardï¿½it is myself." Hidden Depths : All of the main characters, from Ned Land (who is surprisingly knowledgeable about marine life despite his Book Dumb personality) to Nemo (see Wicked Cultured ) show this at times. " It is a massacre of mischievous creatures," replied the Captain; "and the Nautilus is not a butcher's knife." Hypercompetent Sidekick : Conseil, at least when it comes to cataloging wildlife. I Am the Noun : Captain Nemo: "I am the law, and I am the judge!

I am the oppressed, and there is the oppressor!" Idiot Hero : Verne's writing constantly informs us (and Conseil and Aronnax repeatedly lampshade) that Ned Land is a Hot-Blooded , Great White Hunter , Big Eater Real Men Eat Meat Book Dumb badass who is from Canada . Ned Land's personality also makes him the Only Sane Man capable of resisting Captain Nemo's charisma. I'm a Humanitarian : Ned Land (jokingly) threatens to eat Conseil if he doesn't get something other than fish to eat soon. Impaled with Extreme Prejudice : The Nautilus's primary weapon is a ramming spur. Nemo has no compunctions about using it against wildlife he doesn't like or against shipping that's flying the flags of nations he doesn't approve of. Instant Death Bullet : Nemo's electric bullets kill anything in one hit except cephalopods, where it just goes right through. I Owe You My Life : Ned Land saves Nemo from a shark early on, and later is saved in turn from a giant squid. Ironic Echo : When the Nautilus is stranded, Nemo refers to it as an incident, not an accident.

When trapped beneath the ice in the South Pole, Arronax asks again, only to be told this time it's an accident. Ironic Name : Conseil (Advice or counsel, in French) never gives advice, be he asked to or not. Is It Something You Eat? : Stock line from Ned Land, whose only interest in wildlife is culinary. Just Between You and Me : Subverted because Nemo never shares the evil part of his Evil Plan with Aronnax, just because he is ashamed of it . However, Nemo is constantly sharing all the information about the Nautilus and his scientific investigations about the Sea with Professor Aronnax , not because he will kill him, but because Nemo pretends that Aronnax will never abandon the Nautilus . Is it indiscreet to ask how you discovered this tunnel?" "Sir," the captain answered me, "there can be no secrets between men who will never leave each other." I ignored this innuendo and waited for Captain Nemo's explanation.

Kick the Dog : Captain Nemo is implied to have destroyed ships with civilians and military crew, but the act of following up an attack with the Nautilus observing the horrible death of all the unnamed ship's crew on purpose, without losing any detail, is when Nemo crosses the Moral Event Horizon . Professor Guinea Pig : In a variation, Professor Aronnax is willing to sacrifice his own freedom for the rest of his life for the rare chance to discover all the seaï¿½s secrets in the Nautilus. Psycho Electric Eel : Done with an electric ray that shocks Conseil out of his Third-Person Person and Stoic demeanor. In revenge, he eats it for dinner (but as noted by the professor, solely out of vengeance, because it wasn't even that good). Race Lift : As explained in Mysterious Island , Nemo is an Indian prince, but was originally envisioned as being from Poland (which the original illustrations portray him as). Rage Against the Heavens : Captain Nemo at times. See Freudian Excuse . Ramming Always Works : Why the Nautilus needs a custom-built prow.

Real Men Eat Meat : A problem for Ned Land, who is a most manly man, and the Nautilus rarely goes even remotely close to shore. He does eventually get some pork... and promptly stops wailing about not having meat when they almost are murdered by natives. The Remnant : Nemo and the Sepoy Uprising. Start My Own : A lesser man would just become jaded and cut all ties with society, but Captain Nemo starts his own society recruiting other jaded men who hate The Empire , training them to build and operate the Nautilus , speak their own language , obtain all their resources from the sea , claim the South Pole , finance the Cretan Rebellion and converting themselves into an N.G.O. Superpower . "if I can trust my hunches, if I truly understand the captain's way of life, his Nautilus isn't simply a ship. It's meant to be a refuge for people like its commander, people who have severed all ties with the shore." Stockholm Syndrome : One of the rare non-romantic examples, outside of Ho Yay . (In fact, there are practically no women in the book at all.) Submarine Pirates : The Trope Maker .

Suspiciously Specific Denial : When Captain Nemo asks the Power Trio to promise not trying to seeï¿½ ï¿½something they must not seeï¿½, he could not phrase it without sounding sinister and exciting Aronnax' suspicions: Sympathy for the Devil : Professor Aronnax is fascinated by Wicked Cultured Captain Nemo and his creation, the Nautilus , for seven months, and he certainly wants to delay the Great Escape to see more submarine marvelsï¿½ until he sees Nemo Kick the Dog and cross the Moral Event Horizon . That Man Is Dead : Whoever Nemo was before he became "The Nameless Avenger", that man is so dead there is no reason to even mention him. He used to be an Indian prince, until the British slaughtered the entire royal court for their role in an Indian uprising. That included his wife and his child. "...I am dead, Professor; as much dead as those of your friends who are sleeping six feet under the earth!" These Are Things Man Was Not Meant to Know : Ned Land's opinion about the beauty of the South Poleï¿½s icebergs (just before the Nautilus will be trapped by them). "It's a wonderful sight!

Isn't it, Ned?" "Oh damnation, yes!" Ned Land shot back. "It's superb! I'm furious that I have to admit it. Nobody has ever seen the like. But this sight could cost us dearly . And in all honesty, I think we're looking at things God never intended for human eyes." True Companions : Captain Nemo claims (and the few interactions Aronnax had with the Nautilus crew never shows us any different) that this is the relationship between the crew: .."The Nautilus suffered a collision that cracked one of the engine levers, and it struck this man. My chief officer was standing beside him. This man leaped forward to intercept the blow. A brother lays down his life for his brother, a friend for his friend, what could be simpler? That's the law for everyone on board the Nautilus"'' ï¿½bermensch Captain Nemo is an Unbuilt Trope : A Wicked Cultured Well-Intentioned Extremist who claims to be Above Good and Evil because he has done with the society and is practically above any law of the civilized nations thanks to the power of his submarine, the Nautilus .

ï¿½However, he is a Deconstruction of the trope, because the contradiction between his unlimited power (that let him cross the Moral Event Horizon ) and his compassionate nature causes him a Villainous Breakdown . This dialogue between him and Professor Aronnax lampshade it 14 years before Also Sprach Zarathustra: This was said plainly. A flash of anger and disdain kindled in the eyes of the Unknown, and I had a glimpse of a terrible past in the life of this man . Not only had he put himself beyond the pale of human laws, but he had made himself independent of them, free in the strictest acceptation of the word, quite beyond their reach! Who then would dare to pursue him at the bottom of the sea, when, on its surface, he defied all attempts made against him? What vessel could resist the shock of his submarine monitor? What cuirass, however thick, could withstand the blows of his spur? No man could demand from him an account of his actions; God, if he believed in one -- his conscience, if he had one -- were the sole judges to whom he was answerable .

Undying Loyalty : Exaggerated with Conseil, Professor Aronnax's servant. He risks his life to save his employer not once, but twice in the novel. When Aronnax talks with Ned Land about the Great Escape , Conseil considers himself one with his master's decision. "Your friend Conseil," the fine lad replied serenely, "has nothing to say for himself. He's a completely disinterested party on this question... He's in Master's employ, he thinks like Master, he speaks like Master, and much to his regret, he can't be counted on to form a majority. Only two persons face each other here: Master on one side, Ned Land on the other. That said, your friend Conseil is listening, and he's ready to keep score." I couldn't help smiling as Conseil wiped himself out of existence. What happened that night, how the skiff escaped from the Maelstrom's fearsome eddies, how Ned Land, Conseil, and I got out of that whirlpool, I'm unable to say. But when I regained consciousness, I was lying in a fisherman's hut on one of the Lofoten Islands.

My two companions, safe and sound, were at my bedside clasping my hands. We embraced each other heartily . Villainous Breakdown : Inverted: after Captain Nemo crosses the Moral Event Horizon for the last time, he breaks down not because his plans aren't working but because he is not Above Good and Evil . He also could have voluntarily run the Nautilus into The Maelstrom (an enormous whirlpool). Wealthy Philanthropist : Captain Nemo is fabulously wealthy thanks to both his initial fortune and that he's the only one with the technology to loot sunken galleons, which he uses to both help the oppressed and any people fighting the British. Weapon of Mass Destruction : At the state of technology in 1869, the Nautilus is this: a submarine could easily destroy any ship in the sea without possibility of being persecuted when submerged in the sea. Nemoï¿½s Kick the Dog moment shows how terrible its destructive power really is.

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea | Jules Verne | Lit2Go ETC Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (French: Vingt mille lieues sous les mers) is a classic science fiction novel by French writer Jules Verne, published in 1870. It is about the fictional Captain Nemo and his submarine, Nautilus, as seen by one of his passengers, Professor Pierre Aronnax. Source: Verne, J. (1870). Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. (F. P. Walter, Trans.). Paris, France: Hetzel. After ten months and twenty-thousand leagues, Aronnax reviews the written account of his adventures. Year Published: 1870 Part 2, Chapter 18: The Devilfish | Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea | Jules Verne | Lit2Go ETC Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea Part 2, Chapter 18: The Devilfish Additional Information Language: English Country of Origin: France Source: Verne, J. (1870). Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. (F. P.

Walter, Trans.). Paris, France: Hetzel. Readability: Chicago Verne, J. (1870). Part 2, Chapter 18: The Devilfish. Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (Lit2Go Edition). Retrieved January 18, 2017, from Verne, Jules. "Part 2, Chapter 18: The Devilfish." Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Lit2Go Edition. 1870. Web. < January 18, 2017. Jules Verne, "Part 2, Chapter 18: The Devilfish," Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Lit2Go Edition, (1870), accessed January 18, 2017, Next The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! For some days the Nautilus kept veering away from the American coast. It obviously didn't want to frequent the waves of the Gulf of Mexico or the Caribbean Sea.

Yet there was no shortage of water under its keel, since the average depth of these seas is 1,800 meters; but these waterways, strewn with islands and plowed by steamers, probably didn't agree with Captain Nemo. On April 16 we raised Martinique and Guadalupe from a distance of about thirty miles. For one instant I could see their lofty peaks. The Canadian was quite disheartened, having counted on putting his plans into execution in the gulf, either by reaching shore or by pulling alongside one of the many boats plying a coastal trade from one island to another. An escape attempt would have been quite feasible, assuming Ned Land managed to seize the skiff without the captain's knowledge. But in midocean it was unthinkable. The Canadian, Conseil, and I had a pretty long conversation on this subject. For six months we had been prisoners aboard the Nautilus. We had fared 17,000 leagues, and as Ned Land put it, there was no end in sight. So he made me a proposition I hadn't anticipated. We were to ask Captain Nemo this question straight out: did the captain mean to keep us on board his vessel permanently?

This measure was distasteful to me. To my mind it would lead nowhere. We could hope for nothing from the Nautilus's commander but could depend only on ourselves. Besides, for some time now the man had been gloomier, more withdrawn, less sociable. He seemed to be avoiding me. I encountered him only at rare intervals. He used to take pleasure in explaining the underwater wonders to me; now he left me to my research and no longer entered the lounge. What changes had come over him? From what cause? I had no reason to blame myself. Was our presence on board perhaps a burden to him? Even so, I cherished no hopes that the man would set us free. So I begged Ned to let me think about it before taking action. If this measure proved fruitless, it could arouse the captain's suspicions, make our circumstances even more arduous, and jeopardize the Canadian's plans. I might add that I could hardly use our state of health as an argument. Except for that grueling ordeal under the Ice Bank at the South Pole, we had never felt better, neither Ned, Conseil, nor I.

The nutritious food, life–giving air, regular routine, and uniform temperature kept illness at bay; and for a man who didn't miss his past existence on land, for a Captain Nemo who was at home here, who went where he wished, who took paths mysterious to others if not himself in attaining his ends, I could understand such a life. But we ourselves hadn't severed all ties with humanity. For my part, I didn't want my new and unusual research to be buried with my bones. I had now earned the right to pen the definitive book on the sea, and sooner or later I wanted that book to see the light of day. There once more, through the panels opening into these Caribbean waters ten meters below the surface of the waves, I found so many fascinating exhibits to describe in my daily notes! Among other zoophytes there were Portuguese men–of–war known by the name Physalia pelagica, like big, oblong bladders with a pearly sheen, spreading their membranes to the wind, letting their blue tentacles drift like silken threads; to the eye delightful jellyfish, to the touch actual nettles that ooze a corrosive liquid.

Among the articulates there were annelid worms one and a half meters long, furnished with a pink proboscis, equipped with 1,700 organs of locomotion, snaking through the waters, and as they went, throwing off every gleam in the solar spectrum. From the fish branch there were manta rays, enormous cartilaginous fish ten feet long and weighing 600 pounds, their pectoral fin triangular, their midback slightly arched, their eyes attached to the edges of the face at the front of the head; they floated like wreckage from a ship, sometimes fastening onto our windows like opaque shutters. There were American triggerfish for which nature has ground only black and white pigments, feather–shaped gobies that were long and plump with yellow fins and jutting jaws, sixteen–decimeter mackerel with short, sharp teeth, covered with small scales, and related to the albacore species.

Next came swarms of red mullet corseted in gold stripes from head to tail, their shining fins all aquiver, genuine masterpieces of jewelry, formerly sacred to the goddess Diana, much in demand by rich Romans, and about which the old saying goes: "He who catches them doesn't eat them!" Finally, adorned with emerald ribbons and dressed in velvet and silk, golden angelfish passed before our eyes like courtiers in the paintings of Veronese; spurred gilthead stole by with their swift thoracic fins; thread herring fifteen inches long were wrapped in their phosphorescent glimmers; gray mullet thrashed the sea with their big fleshy tails; red salmon seemed to mow the waves with their slicing pectorals; and silver moonfish, worthy of their name, rose on the horizon of the waters like the whitish reflections of many moons. How many other marvelous new specimens I still could have observed if, little by little, the Nautilus hadn't settled to the lower strata! Its slanting fins drew it to depths of 2,000 and 3,500 meters.

There animal life was represented by nothing more than sea lilies, starfish, delightful crinoids with bell–shaped heads like little chalices on straight stems, top–shell snails, blood–red tooth shells, and fissurella snails, a large species of coastal mollusk. By April 20 we had risen to an average level of 1,500 meters. The nearest land was the island group of the Bahamas, scattered like a batch of cobblestones over the surface of the water. There high underwater cliffs reared up, straight walls made of craggy chunks arranged like big stone foundations, among which there gaped black caves so deep our electric rays couldn't light them to the far ends. These rocks were hung with huge weeds, immense sea tangle, gigantic fucus—a genuine trellis of water plants fit for a world of giants. In discussing these colossal plants, Conseil, Ned, and I were naturally led into mentioning the sea's gigantic animals. The former were obviously meant to feed the latter.

However, through the windows of our almost motionless Nautilus, I could see nothing among these long filaments other than the chief articulates of the division Brachyura: long–legged spider crabs, violet crabs, and sponge crabs unique to the waters of the Caribbean. It was about eleven o'clock when Ned Land drew my attention to a fearsome commotion out in this huge seaweed. "Well," I said, "these are real devilfish caverns, and I wouldn't be surprised to see some of those monsters hereabouts." "What!" Conseil put in. "Squid, ordinary squid from the class Cephalopoda?" "No," I said, "devilfish of large dimensions. But friend Land is no doubt mistaken, because I don't see a thing." "That's regrettable," Conseil answered. "I'd like to come face to face with one of those devilfish I've heard so much about, which can drag ships down into the depths. Those beasts go by the name of krake—" "Fake is more like it," the Canadian replied sarcastically. "Krakens!" Conseil shot back, finishing his word without wincing at his companion's witticism.

"Nobody will ever make me believe," Ned Land said, "that such animals exist." "Why not?" Conseil replied. "We sincerely believed in Master's narwhale." "We were wrong, Conseil." "No doubt, but there are others with no doubts who believe to this day!" "Probably, Conseil. But as for me, I'm bound and determined not to accept the existence of any such monster till I've dissected it with my own two hands." "Yet," Conseil asked me, "doesn't Master believe in gigantic devilfish?" "Yikes! Who in Hades ever believed in them?" the Canadian exclaimed. "Many people, Ned my friend," I said. "No fishermen. Scientists maybe!" "Pardon me, Ned. Fishermen and scientists!" "Why, I to whom you speak," Conseil said with the world's straightest face, "I recall perfectly seeing a large boat dragged under the waves by the arms of a cephalopod." "You saw that?" the Canadian asked. "Yes, Ned." "With your own two eyes?" "With my own two eyes." "Where, may I ask?" "In Saint–Malo," Conseil returned unflappably.

"In the harbor?" Ned Land said sarcastically. "No, in a church," Conseil replied. "In a church!" the Canadian exclaimed. "Yes, Ned my friend. It had a picture that portrayed the devilfish in question." "Oh good!" Ned Land exclaimed with a burst of laughter. "Mr. Conseil put one over on me!" "Actually he's right," I said. "I've heard about that picture. But the subject it portrays is taken from a legend, and you know how to rate legends in matters of natural history! Besides, when it's an issue of monsters, the human imagination always tends to run wild. People not only claimed these devilfish could drag ships under, but a certain Olaus Magnus tells of a cephalopod a mile long that looked more like an island than an animal. There's also the story of how the Bishop of Trondheim set up an altar one day on an immense rock. After he finished saying mass, this rock started moving and went back into the sea. The rock was a devilfish." "And that's everything we know?" the Canadian asked.

"No," I replied, "another bishop, Pontoppidan of Bergen, also tells of a devilfish so large a whole cavalry regiment could maneuver on it." "They sure did go on, those oldtime bishops!" Ned Land said. "Finally, the naturalists of antiquity mention some monsters with mouths as big as a gulf, which were too huge to get through the Strait of Gibraltar." "Good work, men!" the Canadian put in. "But in all these stories, is there any truth?" Conseil asked. "None at all, my friends, at least in those that go beyond the bounds of credibility and fly off into fable or legend. Yet for the imaginings of these storytellers there had to be, if not a cause, at least an excuse. It can't be denied that some species of squid and other devilfish are quite large, though still smaller than cetaceans. Aristotle put the dimensions of one squid at five cubits, or 3.1 meters. Our fishermen frequently see specimens over 1.8 meters long. The museums in Trieste and Montpellier have preserved some devilfish carcasses measuring two meters.

Besides, according to the calculations of naturalists, one of these animals only six feet long would have tentacles as long as twenty–seven. Which is enough to make a fearsome monster." "Does anybody fish for 'em nowadays?" the Canadian asked. "If they don't fish for them, sailors at least sight them. A friend of mine, Captain Paul Bos of Le Havre, has often sworn to me that he encountered one of these monsters of colossal size in the seas of the East Indies. But the most astonishing event, which proves that these gigantic animals undeniably exist, took place a few years ago in 1861." "What event was that?" Ned Land asked. "Just this. In 1861, to the northeast of Tenerife and fairly near the latitude where we are right now, the crew of the gunboat Alecto spotted a monstrous squid swimming in their waters. Commander Bouguer approached the animal and attacked it with blows from harpoons and blasts from rifles, but without much success because bullets and harpoons crossed its soft flesh as if it were semiliquid jelly. After several fruitless attempts, the crew managed to slip a noose around the mollusk's body.

This noose slid as far as the caudal fins and came to a halt. Then they tried to haul the monster on board, but its weight was so considerable that when they tugged on the rope, the animal parted company with its tail; and deprived of this adornment, it disappeared beneath the waters." "Finally, an actual event," Ned Land said. "An indisputable event, my gallant Ned. Accordingly, people have proposed naming this devilfish Bouguer's Squid." "And how long was it?" the Canadian asked. "Didn't it measure about six meters?" said Conseil, who was stationed at the window and examining anew the crevices in the cliff. "Precisely," I replied.

"Wasn't its head," Conseil went on, "crowned by eight tentacles that quivered in the water like a nest of snakes?" "Precisely." "Weren't its eyes prominently placed and considerably enlarged?" "Yes, Conseil." "And wasn't its mouth a real parrot's beak but of fearsome size?" "Correct, Conseil." "Well, with all due respect to Master," Conseil replied serenely, "if this isn't Bouguer's Squid, it's at least one of his close relatives!" I stared at Conseil. Ned Land rushed to the window. "What an awful animal!" he exclaimed. I stared in my turn and couldn't keep back a movement of revulsion. Before my eyes there quivered a horrible monster worthy of a place among the most farfetched teratological legends. It was a squid of colossal dimensions, fully eight meters long. It was traveling backward with tremendous speed in the same direction as the Nautilus. It gazed with enormous, staring eyes that were tinted sea green.

Its eight arms (or more accurately, feet) were rooted in its head, which has earned these animals the name cephalopod; its arms stretched a distance twice the length of its body and were writhing like the serpentine hair of the Furies. You could plainly see its 250 suckers, arranged over the inner sides of its tentacles and shaped like semispheric capsules. Sometimes these suckers fastened onto the lounge window by creating vacuums against it. The monster's mouth—a beak made of horn and shaped like that of a parrot—opened and closed vertically. Its tongue, also of horn substance and armed with several rows of sharp teeth, would flicker out from between these genuine shears. What a freak of nature! A bird's beak on a mollusk! Its body was spindle–shaped and swollen in the middle, a fleshy mass that must have weighed 20,000 to 25,000 kilograms. Its unstable color would change with tremendous speed as the animal grew irritated, passing successively from bluish gray to reddish brown. What was irritating this mollusk?

No doubt the presence of the Nautilus, even more fearsome than itself, and which it couldn't grip with its mandibles or the suckers on its arms. And yet what monsters these devilfish are, what vitality our Creator has given them, what vigor in their movements, thanks to their owning a triple heart! Sheer chance had placed us in the presence of this squid, and I didn't want to lose this opportunity to meticulously study such a cephalopod specimen. I overcame the horror that its appearance inspired in me, picked up a pencil, and began to sketch it. "Perhaps this is the same as the Alecto's," Conseil said. "Can't be," the Canadian replied, "because this one's complete while the other one lost its tail!" "That doesn't necessarily follow," I said. "The arms and tails of these animals grow back through regeneration, and in seven years the tail on Bouguer's Squid has surely had time to sprout again." "Anyhow," Ned shot back, "if it isn't this fellow, maybe it's one of those!" Indeed, other devilfish had appeared at the starboard window. I counted seven of them.

They provided the Nautilus with an escort, and I could hear their beaks gnashing on the sheet–iron hull. We couldn't have asked for a more devoted following. I continued sketching. These monsters kept pace in our waters with such precision, they seemed to be standing still, and I could have traced their outlines in miniature on the window. But we were moving at a moderate speed. All at once the Nautilus stopped. A jolt made it tremble through its entire framework. "Did we strike bottom?" I asked. "In any event we're already clear," the Canadian replied, "because we're afloat." The Nautilus was certainly afloat, but it was no longer in motion. The blades of its propeller weren't churning the waves. A minute passed. Followed by his chief officer, Captain Nemo entered the lounge. I hadn't seen him for a good while. He looked gloomy to me. Without speaking to us, without even seeing us perhaps, he went to the panel, stared at the devilfish, and said a few words to his chief officer. The latter went out. Soon the panels closed. The ceiling lit up. I went over to the captain.

"An unusual assortment of devilfish," I told him, as carefree as a collector in front of an aquarium. "Correct, Mr. Naturalist," he answered me, "and we're going to fight them at close quarters." I gaped at the captain. I thought my hearing had gone bad. "At close quarters?" I repeated. "Yes, sir. Our propeller is jammed. I think the horn–covered mandibles of one of these squid are entangled in the blades. That's why we aren't moving." "And what are you going to do?" "Rise to the surface and slaughter the vermin." "A difficult undertaking." "Correct. Our electric bullets are ineffective against such soft flesh, where they don't meet enough resistance to go off. But we'll attack the beasts with axes." "And harpoons, sir," the Canadian said, "if you don't turn down my help." "I accept it, Mr. Land." "We'll go with you," I said. And we followed Captain Nemo, heading to the central companionway. There some ten men were standing by for the assault, armed with boarding axes. Conseil and I picked up two more axes.

Ned Land seized a harpoon. By then the Nautilus had returned to the surface of the waves. Stationed on the top steps, one of the seamen undid the bolts of the hatch. But he had scarcely unscrewed the nuts when the hatch flew up with tremendous violence, obviously pulled open by the suckers on a devilfish's arm. Instantly one of those long arms glided like a snake into the opening, and twenty others were quivering above. With a sweep of the ax, Captain Nemo chopped off this fearsome tentacle, which slid writhing down the steps. Just as we were crowding each other to reach the platform, two more arms lashed the air, swooped on the seaman stationed in front of Captain Nemo, and carried the fellow away with irresistible violence. Captain Nemo gave a shout and leaped outside. We rushed after him. What a scene! Seized by the tentacle and glued to its suckers, the unfortunate man was swinging in the air at the mercy of this enormous appendage. He gasped, he choked, he yelled: "Help! Help!" These words, pronounced in French, left me deeply stunned!

So I had a fellow countryman on board, perhaps several! I'll hear his harrowing plea the rest of my life! The poor fellow was done for. Who could tear him from such a powerful grip? Even so, Captain Nemo rushed at the devilfish and with a sweep of the ax hewed one more of its arms. His chief officer struggled furiously with other monsters crawling up the Nautilus's sides. The crew battled with flailing axes. The Canadian, Conseil, and I sank our weapons into these fleshy masses. An intense, musky odor filled the air. It was horrible. For an instant I thought the poor man entwined by the devilfish might be torn loose from its powerful suction. Seven arms out of eight had been chopped off. Brandishing its victim like a feather, one lone tentacle was writhing in the air. But just as Captain Nemo and his chief officer rushed at it, the animal shot off a spout of blackish liquid, secreted by a pouch located in its abdomen. It blinded us. When this cloud had dispersed, the squid was gone, and so was my poor fellow countryman! What rage then drove us against these monsters! We lost all self–control.

Ten or twelve devilfish had overrun the Nautilus's platform and sides. We piled helter–skelter into the thick of these sawed–off snakes, which darted over the platform amid waves of blood and sepia ink. It seemed as if these viscous tentacles grew back like the many heads of Hydra. At every thrust Ned Land's harpoon would plunge into a squid's sea–green eye and burst it. But my daring companion was suddenly toppled by the tentacles of a monster he could not avoid. Oh, my heart nearly exploded with excitement and horror! The squid's fearsome beak was wide open over Ned Land. The poor man was about to be cut in half. I ran to his rescue. But Captain Nemo got there first. His ax disappeared between the two enormous mandibles, and the Canadian, miraculously saved, stood and plunged his harpoon all the way into the devilfish's triple heart. "Tit for tat," Captain Nemo told the Canadian. "I owed it to myself!" Ned bowed without answering him. This struggle had lasted a quarter of an hour. Defeated, mutilated, battered to death, the monsters finally yielded to us and disappeared beneath the waves.

Red with blood, motionless by the beacon, Captain Nemo stared at the sea that had swallowed one of his companions, and large tears streamed from his eyes. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea remake put on hold | Film | The Guardian 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea remake put on hold David Fincher's remake of the classic, which Brad Pitt left in February, has reportedly now been shelved He won't be diving in … Brad Pitt. Photograph: Victoria Will/Photo by Victoria Will/Invision/AP Monday 20 May 2013 06.22 EDT First published on Monday 20 May 2013 06.22 EDT Close This article is 3 years old A high-profile remake of the classic Jules Verne adaptation 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea has reportedly been shelved by studio Disney after Brad Pitt quit the lead role. David Fincher's movie was due to begin shooting in Sydney next month, with the support of a £15m grant from the Australian government.

Pitt had been earmarked for the role of cocky master harpooner Ned Land, made famous by Kirk Douglas , but there were reports in February that he had left the project . The news that Australia had wooed Disney with a multimillion dollar package had been hailed as a sign that the two countries were set to renew their connection after a troubled period in which the strong Australian dollar made the country less attractive to US studios as a filmmaking location. Prime minister Julia Gillard said she expected 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea to create more than 2,000 jobs. However, the Australian Associated Press now reports that production on the film will not begin until at least 2014 . A rollicking maritime adventure movie about the mysterious Captain Nemo and his submarine the Nautilus, the original 20,000 Leagues featured Douglas alongside James Mason as Nemo. It won Academy awards for art direction and special effects and was 1954's second-highest-grossing movie.

Meanwhile, Pitt is currently struggling with his own Hollywood big-budget production, the troubled post-apocalyptic horror World War Z, whose budget, some unverified reports suggest, has ballooned to more than $400m (£263m) after significant reshoots and a final third rewrite from Lost's Damon Lindelof. 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea Captain Nemo.....Kelsey Grammer Professor.....Mike Myers First Mate.....Rob Schneider [ TITLE CARD: "Kirk Douglas.. James Mason.. Paul Lukas.. Peter Lorre.. in.. Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea" ] [ dissolve to interior, the Nautilus ] Captain Nemo! We demand to know where we are! First Mate: Yesss.. and where are you taking usss? Captain Nemo: Gentlemen, you are aboard this ship... - Nautilus. Mr. Land: So, Captain.. you're telling us this steel monster can travel underwater? Captain Nemo: That is correct, Mr. Land. All stations ready? Prepare for diving. We shall travel.. 20,000 leagues..

under the sea! [ cut to later in the journey, as the crew is underwater ] Professor: She is be-eauty-ful! Captain Nemo: I knew you would enjoy it. Mr. Land: So now we're really 20,000 leagues under the sea? Captain Nemo: Well, actually, no, that's a bit of a misnomer. I misspoke. A league is actually a measure of distance traveled, and not a measure of depth, you see. But, Captain, we're so deep! Surely, we must be 20,000 leagues under the sea by now! First Mate: Yesss. 20,000 leaguesss! Under the sea! Captain Nemo: Well, no. As I said before, I misspoke, you see. I should have said.. fathoms. Fathoms are what you use to measure depth! Fathoms, not leagues! Professor: And so, we are 20,000 fathoms under the sea? Captain Nemo: Yes. But, I mean.. I mean no. No. We could be. But right now, we're just about, uh..

200 fathoms beneath the sea. Mr. Land: Oh, I get it. So 200 fathoms equals 20,000 leagues under the sea? Captain Nemo: No! No! now, look, I was obviously wrong to have ever even mentioned 20,000 leagues nder the sea. I simply meant that we would traveling a total distance of 20,000 leagues - lengthwise, while we happen to be underwater. Mr. Land: So you're saying we're 20,000 leagues underwater, under the sea? First Mate: 20,000 leaguessss! That's pretty deep, Captain! Captain Nemo: Oh, let's start over. Could you habd me that globe over there, please? [ globe is handed to him ] A league is just about.. three nautical miles, you see. So, 20,000 leagues would be, say, three times around the circumference of the Earth - or, 16,000 miles!

so you couldn't go 20,000 leagues under the sea, or you'd come right out the other end, and that's impossible! Professor: Ah, yes! So we are going to the center of the Earth! Mr. Land: 20,000 leagues under the sea to the center of the Earth! Group: Ahhhhh!! Captain Nemo: Mr. Land! You are not allowed to speak any more! That's an order! Now, Professor, look here, please. Notice that depth meter there, what does it say? Professor: Uh.. 200 fathoms. Captain Nemo: That's right! 200 fathoms! And what does the depth meter measure? Professor: Mmm.. depth? Captain Nemo: That's right! Depth! How deep we are! So.. Professor, think carefully, now. How deep are we? Professor: 20,000 leagues under the sea! First Mate: Is he right, Captain Nemo? Captain Nemo: [ greatly annoyed ] Alright, look! Just everyone please sit down and take out a piece of paper!

[ cut to later in the journey, Captain Nemo trying to draw out simple measurements on the papers ] Captain Nemo: Alright, what is this here? Group: The Nautilus! Captain Nemo: Yes! And what is this here? Group: The surface! Captain Nemo: Good for you! now, so.. this is the surface.. and the Nautilus is 200 fathoms below.. then how far down are we? Group: 20,000 leagues under the sea!! Captain Nemo: Why do you keep saying that?!! Mr. Land: Well, because before you said we were 20,000 leagues- Captain Nemo: I KNOW what I said!! But that doesn't mean you have to keep saying it!! "Where are we?" "20,000 leagues under the sea!" "What day is it?" "20,000 leagues under the sea!" "What's for breakfast?" "20,000 leagues under the sea!" First Mate: Captain Nemo. There's a giant squid attacking the ship! Captain Nemo: Oh, my God!

[ cut to the squid suddenly breaking into the Nautilus and grabbing Captain Nemo ] Captain Nemo: Help me! The squid has me! Where could such a monstrous beast have come from?! Mr. Land: I know, Captain! Captain Nemo: Shut up! Mr. Land: The squid came from 20,000 leagues under the sea! Captain Nemo: Give me that! Give me your harpoon! [ Mr. Land drops the harpoon ] You idiot! Oh, my God.. my God.. Mr. Land: That's a big squid, Captain! Must be 20,000 leagues long! Captain Nemo: That's right! It's a measure of length! Did you hear that, everyone? Very good! Very good! Aggghhhhh!! First Mate: He's gone. He's gone. Professor: The squid took him. Probably down deep. Mr. Land: How deep, do you think? First Mate: Real deep. [ SUPER scrolls with narration ] Narrator: "The entire crew of the Nautilus - all 20,000 leagues of them - searched for Captain Nemo for over 20,000 leagues and nights.

20,000 leagues later, they still hadn't found a trace of Captain Nemo, the man they called.. Ol' 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea!" Voice of Captain Nemo: Noooooooo!!!! [ fade ]

Question: How many leagues did Captain Nemo travel "under the sea"?
Answer: 20,000