"The short cut to the Gulf," I continued, pointing with my pencil, "is through the Florida Channel, clean through the Bahamas, where the navigation is very ugly." "I see." "I wouldn't trust myself there without a pilot on any consideration, and, of course," said I, looking at him, "we don't want a pilot." "I should rayther think we don't," he answered, scowling at the chart. "So," I went on, "to keep clear of ships and boats, which are sure to board us if we get among these islands, I should steer round the Caribees, do you see?--well away from them, and up through the Caribbean Sea, into the Gulf. Do you follow me?" "Yes, yes--I see." "Now, Mr. Stevens," said I very gravely, "I want to do my duty to the crew, and put them and myself in the way of getting ashore and clear off from all bad consequences." The scoundrel tried to meet my eyes, but could not; and he listened to me, gazing the while on the chart. "But I don't think I should succeed if I got among those islands blocking up the entrance of the Gulf; and as to the Gulf itself, you may take your oath it's full of ships, some of which will pick you up before you reach the shore, whilst others are pretty certain to come across the vessel you have abandoned, and then--look out!" He swallowed some coffee hastily, stared at the chart, and said in a surly voice, "What are you drivin' at?" "Instead of our abandoning the ship in the Gulf of Mexico," I said, "my opinion is that, in order to assure our safety, and lessen the chance of detection, we ought to abandon her clear of these islands, to the norrard of them, off this coast here--Florida," pointing to the chart. "You think so?" he said, doubtfully, after a long pause. "I am certain of it. We ought to land upon some uninhabited part of the coast, travel along it northwards, until we reach a town, and there represent ourselves as shipwrecked sailors. Ask your mates if I am not right." "Perhaps you are," he replied, still very dubious, though not speaking distrustfully. "If you select the coast of Florida, clear of all these islands, and away from the track of ships, I'll undertake, with good winds, to put the ship off it in nine or ten days. But I'll not answer for our safety if you oblige me to navigate her into the Gulf of Mexico." He continued looking at the chart for some moments, and I saw by the movements of his lips that he was trying to spell the names of the places written on the Florida coast outline, though he would not ask me to help him. At last he said-- "It's Fish and two others as chose New Orleans. _I_ have no fancy for them half-an'-half places. What _I_ wanted was to get away into the Gulf of Guinea, and coast along down to Congo, or that way. I know that coast, but I never was in Amerikey, and," he added, fetching the chart a blow with his fist, "curse me if I like the notion of going there."