Night came, and at ten o'clock they anchored.

The Young Amelia was first at the rendezvous.

In spite of his usual command over himself, Dantes could not restrain his impetuosity.

He was the first to jump on shore; and had he dared, he would, like Lucius Brutus, have "kissed his mother earth." It was dark, but at eleven o'clock the moon rose in the midst of the ocean, whose every wave she silvered, and then, "ascending high," played in floods of pale light on the rocky hills of this second Pelion.
The island was familiar to the crew of The Young Amelia,--it was one of her regular haunts.

As to Dantes, he had passed it on his voyage to and from the Levant, but never touched at it.