Now the boy that whimpered for bread at convent gate is Don Diego Colon, page to Prince Juan, and the Viceroy sails on the _Santa Maria_ for the countries he will administer!" Gutierrez shook the dice in the box.

"Oh, Queen Luck, that I have served for so long! Why do you not make me viceroy ?" Said Escobedo, "Viceroy of the continent of water and Admiral of seaweed and fishes!" Diego de Arana took that up.

"We are obliged to find something! No sensible man can think like some of those forward that this goes on forever and we shall sail till the wood rots and sails grow ragged and wind carries away their shreds or they fall into dust!" "Who knows anything of River-Ocean?
We may not find the western shore, if there be such a thing, for a year! By that time storm will sink us ten times over, or plague will take us--" "There's not needed plague nor storm.

Just say, food won't last, and water is already half gone!" "That's the undeniable truth," quoth Roderigo Sanchez, and looked with a perturbed face at the too-smooth sea.
Smooth blue sea continued, wind continued, pushing like a great, warm hand, east to west.

The Admiral spent hours alone in his sleeping cabin.
There were men who said that he studied there a great book of magic.