Conseil had repaired to his cabin. The Nautilus slowed down, hovering above the muddled masses on the seafloor, sometimes grazing them as if wanting to come to rest, sometimes rising unpredictably to the surface of the waves.
El Nautilus, a marcha reducida, revoloteaba por encima de las confusas masas del suelo, ya rozándolas cas como si hubiera querido posarse en ellas, ya remontándose caprichosamente a la superficie.