We know now that we were then anchored _in a British possession_, one of the southernmost groups of the Maldive Islands! Some of the islands were inhabited, and small sailing boats came out to the _Wolf_, presumably with provisions of some kind. We were, of course, not allowed to speak to any of the islanders, who came alongside the _Wolf_, and were not allowed alongside the _Hitachi_. On one occasion even, the doctor of the _Wolf_ went in the ship's motor launch to one of the islands to attend the wife of one of the native chiefs! On the next day--the 28th--all the _Hitachi_ passengers returned on board her, and at the same time some of the Japanese stewards returned, but they showed no inclination to work as formerly. Indeed, the German officers had no little difficulty in dealing with them. They naturally felt very sore at the deaths of so many of their countrymen at the hands of the Germans, and they did as little work as possible. The stewards were said to be now paid by the Germans, but as they were no longer under the command of their own countrymen, they certainly did not put themselves out to please their new masters. With their usual thoroughness, the Germans one day examined all our passports and took notes of our names, ages, professions, maiden names of married ladies, addresses, and various other details. My passport described me as "Principal of Training College for Teachers." So I was forthwith dubbed "Professor" by the Germans, and from this time henceforth my wife and I were called Frau Professor and Herr Professor, and this certainly led the sailors to treat us with more respect than they might otherwise have done. One young man, who had on his passport his photo taken in military uniform, was, however, detained on the _Wolf_ as a military prisoner. He was asked by a German officer if he were going home to fight. He replied that he certainly was, and pluckily added, "I wish I were fighting now."