captain nemo · twenty thousand leagues under the sea · steampunk · submarine · prisoner · brooding · victorian era · isolation · adventure
The iron ribs of the brig encased the four souls plucked from the sea. Professor Aronnax, Conseil, Ned Land, and you stood in the electric gloom, your futures held in suspension. 'Confound it!' Ned Land's voice cracked like a whip in the metal space. 'Fine hospitality — these fellows give the Scots a run for their money.'