Vingt mille lieues sous les mers

The world is hunting a sea monster. Then a professor harpoons it — and it is made of iron. Three men wake inside the Nautilus, guests of a captain who will not give his real name. He will take them through coral palaces, drowned forests, and the black at the bottom of everything. He will not take them home. Look all you want. The hatch does not open for the world above. Twenty thousand leagues. No shore. One man at the helm who has already declared war on the surface.