We sail’d again, steering _W._ and by _S._ and on the 8th of the same Month weather’d _Cape Finisterre_, which is in 43 Degrees of North Latitude, without meeting any Thing remarkable. The 12th, we were in the Latitude of _Lisbon_, or about 39 Degrees North. The 16th, we were in 36 Degrees, the Latitude of the _Streights_, and the 20th, discover’d the Island _Madera_, which is in 32 Degrees, and where Monsieur _de Beaujeu_ propos’d to Monsieur _de la Sale_ to anchor, and take in Water and some Refreshments. [Sidenote: _Difference between the Commanders._] Monsieur _de la Sale_ was not of that Mind, on Account that we had been but twenty one Days from _France_, had sufficient Store of Water, ought to have taken aboard Refreshments enough, and it would be a Loss of eight or ten Days[32] to no Purpose; besides, that our Enterprize requir’d Secrecy, whereas the _Spaniards_ might get some Information, by Means of the People of that Island, which was not agreeable to the King’s Intention. This Answer was not acceptable to Monsieur _de Beaujeu_, or the other Officers, nor even to the Ships Crew, who mutter’d at it very much, and it went so far, that a Passenger, call’d _Paget_, a _Hugonet_ of _Rochel_, had the Insolence to talk to Monsieur _de la Sale_ in a very passionate and disrespectful Manner, so that he was fain to make his Complaint to Monsieur _de Beaujeu_, and ask of him, Whether he had given any Incouragement to such a Fellow to talk to him after that Manner. Monsieur _Beaujeu_ made him no Satisfaction. These Misunderstandings, with some others which happen’d before, being no Way advantageous to his Majesty’s Service, laid the Foundation of[33] those tragical Events, which afterwards put an unhappy End to Monsieur _de la Sale’s_ Life and Undertaking, and occasion’d our Ruin. [Sidenote: _Flying Fish._] [Sidenote: _Sept. 1684_] However, it was resolv’d not to come to an Anchor at that Island, whereupon Monsieur _de Beaujeu_ said, That since it was so, we should put in no where but at the Island of _Santo Domingo_. We held on our Course, weather’d the Island of _Madera_, and began to see those little flying Fishes, which to escape the _Dorados_, or Gilt-Heads, that pursue them, leap out of the Water, take a little Flight of about a Pistol Shot, and then fall again into the Sea, but very often into Ships, as they are sailing by. That Fish is about as big as a Herring, and very good to eat. [Sidenote: _Trade Wind._] On the 24th, we came into the Trade Wind, which continually blows from East to West, and is therefore call’d by some Authors _Ventus subsolanus_, because it follows the Motion of the Sun. The 28th, we were in 27 Degrees 44 Minutes[34] of North Latitude, and in 344 of Longitude. The 30th, we had a Storm, which continu’d violent for two Days, but being right astern of us, we only lost Sight of the Ketch, for want of good Steering, but she join’d us again a few Days after. [Sidenote: _Ducking._]