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The young woman cautiously approached Number 7
. She took a breath and
knocked on the door.
A Frenchman, Mr. Fogg's manservant no
"I'm here to see Mr. Phileas Fogg." She
tried to look business-like and
less like a simpering woman.
"Mr. Fogg is being in the
parlor." She followed the Frenchman into the
parlor where they found Mr. Fogg opening the morning mail. Passepartout
the young woman into the room and offered her a chair.
"And who is this, Passepartout?"
Susan was very nervous, but tried her best to put
on a good front.
When the woman hesitated Phileas said, "Passepartout, would you prepare
for us please?" Passepartout nodded and left the room.
"Now, Miss - er, please tell me what this is
"My name is Susan Wallingsworth. My husband
Peter Wallingsworth was the
captain of a trade ship that traveled back and forth between England and
Java. Six months ago, his ship went down along with a shipment of
am embarking on an expedition to recover the gold."
Phileas, who was always up for an adventure,
seriously considered what
she was saying.
"I would like to enlist you and your flying ship,
for a percentage of
the gold, of course." Phileas eyed the young woman carefully.
"Are there others to be involved in this little
Mrs. Wallingsworth explained that she had already hired
a captain as
well as pearl divers from Java.
"We are also looking for someone who has other
means to dive."
Phileas seemed to get a twinkle in his eye.
"I think that I know just the young man for the
As Phileas and Mrs. Wallingsworth approached the
laboratory, they heard
a loud explosion. They both hurried in to see what the commotion was.
As they entered the smoke-filled room, they heard
the voices of Jules
and Passepartout before they actually saw them.
When they arrived at the center of the room, they saw
water on what appeared to be a huge creature.
Upon closer inspection, Phileas saw that the
'creature' was, in fact,
"What the devil are you trying to do, burn down
this house?" Jules
continued to douse Passepartout with water.
"I thought that it was obvious by my actions that
I was actually trying
to prevent that. " Jules answered angrily. Jules went further
what they were doing.
"We have been working on a fire-proof suit."
"I'd say that you need more experimentation - but
not in my house!"
After Passepartout had been completely put out, they
moved to the parlor
where Passepartout continued serving tea.
Mrs. Wallingsworth explained again what she was looking
for, and asked
Jules about a diving apparatus.
"I have been working on such a sphere. All
of it is still experimental,
I'm afraid." She understood completely, but asked if he
Of course, he said that he was.
"What is the purpose of using the
Aurora?" Jules asked.
"The water in that region is very clear. I
figured that we could see
where the wreck was, so that we would know where to dive. I know the
place, but the wreck might have drifted since then."
The plan sounded feasible. Phileas realized that
he was not dealing
with any ordinary woman.
They would be flying in the Aurora to the island of
Java, where they
would embark the Batavia Queen and meet the rest of their crew.
The flight in the Aurora from England to Java followed
the trade routes
of English ships. The winds from April to October brought just the
conditions for good sailing. But, because of the winds, there
was also the
chance of severe storms.
So, with fair winds and no storms, as of
yet, they made Java without
After disembarking in Java, belongings were gathered
purchased. It was at this time, that Mrs. Wallingsworth was to meet
rest of her crew.
The first person that she met was her captain, Kris
Hanson. He was a
crusty, old sailor if you ever saw one.
"Mr. Hanson, I presume?" Kris
Hanson eyed her suspiciously. It was
rare to see a white woman here. Those that he had seen were daughters
rich planters looking for a diversion. He despised them.
"Who are you?" he boomed.
"I am S.H. Wallingsworth - Susan Hillary
Wallingsworth." Kris Hanson
suddenly realized that his expected passenger. S.H. Wallingsworth, was
He hurriedly removed his hat.
"I am very sorry Miss - er - Mrs. - I didn't
She often used her initials so that she would not be
taken advantage of.
She loved to see the looks on the men's faces when they saw that she was
"That's quite all right. Now, is
everything ready for the voyage?"
"Yes ma'am, All is in readiness."
She went aboard and inspected the supplies and
equipment that had been
In the meantime, Phileas and Jules started moving their
things into the
boat. They were endeavoring in this process when three Javanese
"Is this the Batavia Queen?" one of
them asked in broken English.
Jules, immediately taken by the girl's beauty, answered.
"Yes, this is the Batavia Queen. My
name is Jules Verne and you are?"
The girl smiled shyly.
"I am Toshi and these are my sisters. We are
pearl divers. We have
come to bless the ship for voyage."
Jules smiled and bowed in a gesture that said, 'feel
smiled and she and her sisters began the ritual of blessing the boat.
Jules watched as the petite dark-skinned girl sang and
placed flowers on
the boat. Next, the other two girls joined in and lit a candle as well.
When they had finished the blessing, the girls began
moving their things
into the boat.
"Are you going to help or what?"
Phileas asked. Jules, who had been
admiring Toshi's form, answered.
"Uh - yes. I'm coming."
"I'm sorry. You have no
choice. You have to transport them." Captain
Hanson was angry.
"And what if I refuse?" The angry
"Then you will not be allowed to sail. You
must travel north to Sumatra
and deliver these prisoners. It is on your way." He didn't like
Traveling with hardened criminals would add an extra hardship to the voyage.
"We will pay you. There are thirty of them
and we will pay you 2 pounds
Captain Hanson didn't like it. And now with
having a woman on board,
he especially didn't like it. He didn't see that he had any choice.
"Alright, we'll take 'em. Have your
men put 'em in the hold. They're
chained aren't they?" The constable assured him that they were.
When Mrs. Wallingsworth returned from inspecting the
Hanson had to inform her of the bad news.
"And they won't let us sail without
them?" she implored. Captain
Hanson shook his head.
This trip was not turning out as planned. She was
hoping that this
would not take long - and now this.
When Passepartout returned with much needed
supplies, they prepared to
set sail. Word of the prisoners had spread to the other passengers and
and Phileas, Passepartout, and Jules made ready to defend the ship if
There was one prisoner in particular that Captain
Hanson had recognized.
His name was James Farris. He had saved the life of Captain Hanson
before and now Hanson felt as if he owed something to the man.
"Ah, Captain Hanson." Hanson had
always felt that Farris was a slimy
sort, but he owed him.
"Hey there, Farris. Is there anything I can
do for you, short of
setting you free that is." Hanson tried to make light of it. He
remember that Farris, too was a murderer.
"Well, I sure would like to stay up here in
the fresh air, chained of
Hanson looked at him closely. Well, I do
owe him, he thought. And,
where would he go in the middle of the ocean?
"All right, but don't you try anything
"You have my word, Hanson." Little did
Hanson know, but Farris' word
wasn't worth much these days.
As the set
sail for a position west of Java, they were again blessed
with fair weather. As Susan Wallingsworth stood at the railing, she
reminded of her husband. A tear slid slowly down her cheek.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Phileas
had approached silently not
wanting to interfere with her revery.
"Yes, it is." Susan answered as she
wiped away a tear.
"My husband, Peter, loved the sea. He
used to say that it made him
feel so free."
"Why did you embark on this voyage?"
Phileas asked. He was staring
directly into her eyes. She could barely concentrate.
"To retrieve my husband's lost shipment,
what else?" A slow smile
spread across Phileas' face.
"You want a bit of that freedom for yourself,
don't you?" He asked.
Mrs. Wallingsworth smiled suspiciously.
"I guess you're right. I wanted to do
something - an adventure, you
know?" Phileas smiled again.
"Yes, I think I know what you mean."
The weather continued to be fine and fair. It was
a good day for
sailing as well as flying.
"We're going up to take a look."
Jules was in his element. The fresh sea air was
whipping through his
hair. The ocean's spray was blowing in his face.
Jules climbed the rope ladder up into the Aurora with
"What are they doing?" Captain Hanson
"They're going to see if they can see the sunken
ship from the air. The
water is so clear here that they should be able to get a good view."
After a few moments, Jules called down to them.
"We see something. I think it's here."
A cheer went up from the crew; even though, it wasn't
certain that this
was the Wallingsworth vessel. Things did look promising.
Jules wasn't the only one benefiting from the fresh sea
felt great. He could only imagine what life for a sailor would be
imagined what it would be like to awake to this wonderful view every morning.
Phileas returned from his revery in time to see Jules
scurrying down the ladder.
"How close are you to using the diving bell?
Mrs. Wallingsworth asked.
Jules looked at Passepartout for an answer.
"It is now in readiness." Passepartout
announced happily. Jules and
Passepartout went to prepare the bell.
Farris was watching them with narrowing eyes. He
was biding his time.
All he had to do was wait until they were so busy that they weren't paying
attention to him, then he would strike. He looked over at the
lashed to the ship. All he would have to do is get one of the dinghies
put it into the water. He had been saving food in a cloth sack hidden
the extra rope coil. All he needed now was his moment to run.
The bell was being lifted into the water.
Mrs. Wallingsworth watched
expectantly as the bell was lowered into the water.
"Do you think they've found my husband's
ship?" she asked. Phileas
didn't answer, but his smile said it all.
"Do you think that the gold will still be
Farris' ears perked up. Gold?
So, it was gold that they were after.
Farris had originally thought that they were just looking for the wreckage
confirm her husband's death, but now, there was gold involved.
would have to alter his plans.
Passepartout was very excited as the bell descended
into the murky
depths. He watched through the window as the bell was covered
with water. He watched as the colorful fish floated by.
It was eerie. It was quiet there under the
water. The two men almost
forgot why they were actually there.
"Do you see anything on your side,
Passepartout?" Jules asked as he
guided the bell into place.
"I see many colorful fishes, but no boat
yet." Passepartout continued
to peer through the water. The water had looked so clear from the
everything was distorted.
"Wait a minute, I am seeing
something." It was a ship! There was no
way yet to know if it was Wallingsworth's ship.
Jules pulled the cord that would let them know up top
that they were
ready to come up.
"That's the signal." Phileas said
excitedly. The crewmen began to turn
the wench which would bring the bell back up to the surface.
Hanson and Phileas rushed to the side of the boat to
see them brought
back on board.
When the hatch was opened, Jules spoke
"It was beautiful down there."
Phileas was losing patience.
"Did you get the measurements?" he
asked. Jules knew what Phileas was
asking, but he thought that he would toy with his friend.
"Yes, I did that too."
According to Jules' measurements, the boat was within diving
the pearl divers. The pearl divers were trained in holding their breath for
long time and diving to great depths.
The girls readied themselves on the side of the boat.
Toshi, the most experienced of the divers, jumped
off first. They
waited and watched for signs that she was resurfacing. Everyone seemed to
holding their breath, so to speak, just as Toshi was doing.
A few minutes later, Toshi did resurface.
She had a piece of a mast
head in her hands.
"It's from my husbands' ship!" Again, a
cheer went up.
It was getting late, so they decided that the
young women would
continue diving in the morning.
Spirits were high as they sat down to dinner.
After dinner, Phileas saw Mrs.
Wallingsworth again walking alone on
deck. He noticed that her dark hair that was usually wound into a tight
was now flowing free and blowing in the breeze.
Her back was to him, so he had an opportunity to admire
her slim figure
at his leisure.
As if sensing his presence, Susan Wallingsworth
turned to see the
mysterious man, Phileas Fogg , staring at her from the shadows.
"May I help you?" she asked
Phileas walked out of the shadows and into the
moonlight. he had wanted
to kiss her from the moment the he met her.
He silently approached her and kissed her
passionately. Susan, who was
taken off-guard, turned and slapped him.
"Oh, Mr. Fogg. I am so
sorry." Phileas, who was not used to having
his advances shunned, was in shock.
"No, it is I who am sorry. I thought -
well never mind. Good evening,
What had she done? It wasn't that she wouldn't
have liked to be kissed
by Mr. Fogg. It was just that she had not been kissed by anyone since
death. Now she was afraid that she had hurt Mr. Fogg's feelings
"Oh damn!" she swore.
Krakatoa Pt. 2