I say that I wished to attract no attention from the isles, the reason
whereof was this, which I had arrived at after many ponderings. If I
were known to be there, or if I went to those isles and showed myself,
I must be subject to many questionings, must explain all and my
chasing of the pirate, and--who knows?--in the course of talk more
might leak out than I should care for. And, therefore, I had taken a
determination; I would not go near the other isles, but, boldly and
without fear, directly the wind was favourable--which it was not
now--I would steer for the reef once more. 'Twas, I did calculate, not
more than ninety miles away; the galliot could sail that very easily
in two days, and, for finding the spot, why that also was very easy to
be done. I could well steer a course by keeping Porto Rico on my
larboard beam, and then, when the great hump of Hispaniola's Northern
Promontory did come into view, could find the road to the reef.
From there, if Phips was gone, I must to the Bahamas--for I should not
dare to go ashore in Hispaniola now, since the news of the Black's
death, and Geronimo's rage at being defeated of what he thought due,
might lead me to trouble--and I could, perhaps, get to the Inaguas.
These, for there are two of that name, the Great and the Little, are
in the Windward Passages, well known to navigators, very useful for
putting into for refitting and watering, and belonging to our Crown.
Yet--for so things will sometimes happen--nought went as I had
forecast. And this you shall hear, after which my history is
concluded--for which I devoutly thank the Lord, and shall, on the
Sabbath after it is finished, offer up a special prayer of
thanksgiving in Branford Church that I have been allowed to bring it
to an end--and I shall then have no more to tell.
CHAPTER XXVI.
NICHOLAS LEAVES THE ISLAND.
Now, when all was prepared for my setting forth and when I had gotten
the galliot ready for her next cruise and had also taken in some fresh
water, a small live turtle, some fruit, and all my bread and peas--now
running very low--chance was against me for a while. Even for three
weeks the wind did blow strong from the northwest, while all the time
I desired a wind from the south-east, and I began to ponder if at this
season of the year it did not perhaps stay in the same quarter
altogether. There was, however, nought to do but to possess my soul in
patience, to keep ever a cheerful heart, and to trust in God, as all
my life I have done. Meanwhile, in some ways the delay was not
altogether to be repined at, for I made, during it, several visits to
the Key in my boat and observed that now there was no sign at all of
the burying I had made. The bush above the spot had taken root again
at once, and was growing and flourishing, some rain storms that had
come had smoothed and made solid the disturbed earth, and the turtles
were laying of their eggs all around as if no human foot had ever
stood upon the Key.
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