Sunday morning the sea was as smooth as a pond of quick- silver.

When they embarked in the yawl and commenced their search, the Mexican sailor was confused owing to different conditions of the water.
When he been there last, a wild sea broke over the reefs.

In the afternoon they discovered a dark object below, which proved to be the ill-fated brig.

Her bottom was almost completely torn out by her contact with the reef so that she sank instantly to the leeward.

Through the clear water they could distinctly see her two masts standing while her shattered sails lay thick and tangled through the rigging.
Next morning the schooner was taken out and anchored close by and Paul descended to the wreck.