It truly was his.

He could call it "_mare nostrum_" just as the Romans and their former rulers had done.
As though divining the subsea depths by a simple glance, he kept his boat within the limits of the extensive ledge of the Aventura.

He was navigating slowly with only a few sails, crossing and recrossing the same water.
Kaledine, after two days had passed by, began to grow uneasy.

Several times it sounded to Ferragut as though he were muttering the name of Gibraltar.

The passage from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean was the greatest danger for those that he was expecting.
From the deck of the schooner he was able to see only a short distance, and the count clambered up the rigging in order that his eyes might take in a more extensive sweep.
One morning up aloft he called something to the captain, pointing out a speck on the horizon.