The journey was made in little more than an hour, and Rullecour himself was among the first to see the shores of Jersey loom darkly in front.

Beside him stood the murderous pilot who was leading in the expedition, the colleague of Olivier Delagarde.
Presently the pilot gave an exclamation of surprise and anxiety--the tides and currents were bearing them away from the intended landing-place.

It was now almost low water, and instead of an immediate shore, there lay before them a vast field of scarred rocks, dimly seen.
He gave the signal to lay-to, and himself took the bearings.

The tide was going out rapidly, disclosing reefs on either hand.

He drew in carefully to the right of the rock known as L'Echiquelez, up through a passage scarce wide enough for canoes, and to Roque Platte, the south-eastern projection of the island.
You may range the seas from the Yugon Strait to the Erebus volcano, and you will find no such landing-place for imps or men as that field of rocks on the southeast corner of Jersey called, with a malicious irony, the Bane des Violets.