The captain says that it is all nonsense about pirates.

They never come so far north as this.

I wonder if roses grow in this new country?
I shall miss the lattice-covered summer-house." "There will be roses, Breton, but the thorns will be large and fierce.
A month and a half before we reach our destination! It is very long." "You see, Monsieur, we sail up a river toward the inland seas.

If we might sail as we sail here, it would take but a dozen days to pass Acadia.

But they tell me that this river is a strange one.