The Count of Monte Cristo

Feverish Dreams of Treasure

The night before departure is one of feverish distraction. Dantès experiences visions both good and evil—visions of grottos paved with emeralds, panels of rubies, and roofs glowing with diamond stalactites. He dreams of filling his pockets with radiant gems, only to discover upon returning to daylight that his prizes have transformed into common pebbles. When he attempts to re-enter these wondrous caverns, they recede and the entrance vanishes, becoming a labyrinth. Despite his efforts, he cannot recall the magical words that opened Ali Baba’s treasure cave. All efforts prove useless, and the treasure eludes him once more.

Taking Command of the Crew

As departure preparations begin, Dantès has gradually assumed such authority over his companions that he functions almost as a commander aboard. His orders are always clear, distinct, and easy to execute, earning him swift and willing obedience. The old patron recognizes Dantès’s superiority over both crew and himself, seeing in the young man his natural successor. He even regrets not having a daughter to bind Edmond to him through closer alliance.

The Voyage to Monte Cristo

At ten minutes past seven in the evening, they double the lighthouse just as the beacon is kindled. With a fresh southeast breeze and calm seas beneath a bright blue sky, they sail onward with Dantès at the helm while all hands turn in. When the patron awakens, the vessel is hurrying forward at nearly ten knots per hour with every sail set and full. Monte Cristo looms large on the horizon. After passing the Island of Elba, with Pianosa to starboard, the peak of Monte Cristo appears against the azure sky, reddened by the setting sun. By five o’clock in the evening, the island becomes distinct and plainly perceptible.