three o’clock in the morning
I felt sure it did , so inexhaustible is this series of underwater wonders ! As it was , in the five and a half months since fate had brought us on board , we had cleared 14,000 leagues , and over this track longer than the earth 's equator , so many fascinating or frightening incidents had beguiled our voyage : that hunting trip in the Crespo forests , our running aground in the Torres Strait , the coral cemetery , the pearl fisheries of Ceylon , the Arabic tunnel , the fires of Santorini , those millions in the Bay of Vigo , Atlantis , the South Pole ! During the night all these memories crossed over from one dream to the next , not giving my brain a moment 's rest . At three o'clock in the morning , I was awakened by a violent collision . I sat up in bed , listening in the darkness , and then was suddenly hurled into the middle of my stateroom . Apparently the Nautilus had gone aground , then heeled over sharply . Leaning against the walls , I dragged myself down the gangways to the lounge , whose ceiling lights were on .