The possibility of perishing in our reckless undertaking was the least of my worries; my heart was pounding at the thought that our plans might be discovered before we had left the Nautilus, at the thought of being hauled in front of Captain Nemo and finding him angered, or worse, saddened by my deserting him.
La idea de sucumbir en nuestra temeraria empresa era la menor de mis preocupaciones. Lo que me hacía estremecerme, lo que agitaba los latidos de mi corazón, era el temor de ver descubierto nuestro proyecto antes de dejar el Nautilus o la idea de vernos llevados ante el capitán Nemo, irritado o, lo que hubiera sido peor, entristecido por mi abandono.