A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate FloridaWilliams, Martha Noyes
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A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate Florida
Williams, Martha Noyes
Capture at sea -- Personal narratives; China -- Description and travel; Piracy -- Personal narratives
Renjang, or Thwart-the-way Island--which, as its name indicates, lies
athwart the mouth of the Strait--is jagged-looking, and of singular
shape, having sundry acute angles, whose rocky points shoot directly
out into the water. It is, however, covered with trees, shrubs, and
vines, and with its tropical luxuriance, displayed, as we sailed near,
some very exquisite bits of scenery. At one place, near the beach, the
ground and rocks formed high arches, over which trailed vines of the
richest foliage. We also observed a remarkable ravine, and an elevation
which rose perpendicularly from the water’s edge to the height of five
hundred feet.
On the 2d day of December we passed Cocketoo Island, and sailing on
reached Princess Island, which lies near the entrance to the Indian
Ocean, having a passage leading into it both upon its east and west
side. Taking the western passage, we were in a short time out on
the broad ocean; and as Java Head faded in the distance, not only
felicitated ourselves in having escaped the dangers of the China Sea,
but already began to look forward with much hopeful courage for the
future.
Our fine breeze had again died away, but having gentle zephyrs we still
moved slowly onward, and lost sight of Java Head before evening. During
the night, however, we met with a heavy swell from the south, and our
wind entirely failing us, we drifted so far back that in the morning
Java Head was again plainly visible. In the afternoon, being again
favored with a fair wind, we sailed on our course, when Java Head faded
permanently from our view. Up to this time calms and adverse winds had
prevailed to such a degree that for seventeen successive days we had
only made, on an average, two and a half miles an hour.
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