A/N: I haven't been working on this story for various reasons. One of them is that I really don't want to but I am because of some unknown reason. Another is because I really don't know where to go with it. But if it's any consolation I have been working on another story. I'll get that one out as soon as I can, but with this one. I have nothing. Should I just kill everyone and end it? At least that has an ending…
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Even though Jules was now being pushed into some unknown fate, his mind was buzzing with what he had seen out the window.
He had plans about a vessel that could travel under the water. It could reach amazing depths and travel much faster than any ship could. But he was still unsure about a few things. Such as the air vents and how much air the ship could actually take in. and if the ship could go deep, how deep could they go before the pressure flatten them? Did the ship have something to keep the pressure from crushing them? What did the vessel use for… no, this was not the time to be playing scientist. Right now he had other matters to worry about.
They must have compressed the air for the air vents so that they could minimize the amount of times they would have to take in more air. What did they use…?
No, concentrate.
His head didn't hurt anymore, sure it was busy, but there was no pain. They must have administered the cure already and he must have been completely out of it not to realize it.
He wondered what they used to keep the electrical lights on. It must be the ocean water and the amount of salt in it, but exactly how, he hadn't quite figured it out.
He had been completely submerged in his thoughts that he hadn't realized that they, oh look it's a glass dome. Wonder how they keep that up with the pressure of the ocean…
"Mr. Verne! How nice of you to join us."
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"Isn't this beautiful, Mr. James?" Phileas asked their new guest.
They were floating above the ocean, where James had directed them. At the moment James was not quite on the Aurora, he was off to the side, in a manner of speaking, to be more specific dangling off the side of the Aurora. He had made a daring attempt to escape and now Phileas had decided that it was time to learn the whole truth.
"Mr. James, I want you to tell me where I can find my friend."
James gulped and tightened his white knuckle hold on Phileas's arm.