We could see the way through the reef, but we could not approach it directly.

That afternoon we bore up, tacking five times in the strong wind.

The last tack enabled us to get through, and at last we were in the wide mouth of the bay.

Dusk was approaching.

A small cove, with a boulder-strewn beach guarded by a reef, made a break in the cliffs on the south side of the bay, and we turned in that direction.