All that had happened was, indeed, occasioned by my ill-luck.

I had laid my pipe down, when I was falling asleep, upon the bale of cotton that was beside me.

The fire from my pipe fell out and set the cotton in flames.
Such was the mixture of rage and terror with which I had inspired the whole crew, that I am sure they would have set me ashore on a desert island rather than have had me on board for a week longer.

Even my humane master, I could perceive, was secretly impatient to get rid of Murad the Unlucky and his evil fortune.
"You may believe that I was heartily glad when we landed, and when I was unbound.

My master put a purse containing fifty sequins into my hand, and bade me farewell.