10' west.
Latitude, 44 deg.

25' south.
This point on the map answered to the position of the Chatham Islands, and particularly of Pitt Island, one of the group.
"That is nearer than I supposed," said Robur to Tom Turner.
"How far off are we ?" "Forty-six degrees south of X Island, or two thousand eight hundred miles." "All the more reason to get our propellers into order," said the mate.

"We may have the wind against us this passage, and with the little stores we have left we ought to get to X as soon as possible." "Yes, Tom, and I hope to get under way tonight, even if I go with one screw, and put the other to-rights on the voyage." "Mr.Robur," said Tom "What is to be done with those two gentlemen and their servant ?" "Do you think they would complain if they became colonists of X Island ?" But where was this X?
It was an island lost in the immensity of the Pacific Ocean between the Equator and the Tropic of Cancer--an island most appropriately named by Robur in this algebraic fashion.
It was in the north of the South Pacific, a long way out of the route of inter-oceanic communication.

There it was that Robur had founded his little colony, and there the "Albatross" rested when tired with her flight.

There she was provisioned for all her voyages.