Hawkins here and I denied all knowledge of one, for on the chart it is included in the Bay of Luce.

That we should eventually be blown into it and destroyed is an extraordinary coincidence." "Too extraordinary to be a coincidence," growled the mate.

"I saw them during the calm yesterday morning, pointing to the land over our starboard quarter.

They knew well enough that that was the port they were making for." "What do you make of it all, then, Hawkins ?" asked the captain, with a troubled face.

"What is your own theory on the matter ?" "Why, in my opinion," the mate answered, "them three swabs have no more difficulty in raising a gale o' wind than I should have in swallowing this here grog.