"Not seen you since this time yesterday.

Sorry, but there'll be no goin' ashore to-day.

We're on the wrong side of the island, an' it 'ud toss you a bit if you was to try an' land in eether of the boats.

Take 'er in easy now, Mr.Watts.
That's our anchorage--over there," and he pointed to the mouth of a narrow channel between South Point and the Ile des Fregates, the latter a tiny islet that almost blocks the entrance to a shallow bay into which runs a rivulet of good but slightly brackish water.
The ship slowed perceptibly, and Hozier busied himself with the lead, which a sailor was swinging on the starboard side from the small platform of the accommodation ladder.

Iris did not know what was said, but the queer figures repeated to Coke seemed to be satisfactory.
Headlands and hills crept nearer.