The sight of a steamer weighing anchor for Hongkong inspired him with an idea--to go to Hongkong, to run away, get rich there, and make war on the friars.
The thought of Hongkong awoke in his mind the recollection of a story about frontals, cirials, and candelabra of pure silver, which the piety of the faithful had led them to present to a certain church.

The friars, so the silversmith told, had sent to Hongkong to have duplicate frontals, cirials, and candelabra made of German silver, which they substituted for the genuine ones, these being melted down and coined into Mexican pesos.

Such was the story he had heard, and though it was no more than a rumor or a story, his resentment gave it the color of truth and reminded him of other tricks of theirs in that same style.

The desire to live free, and certain half-formed plans, led him to decide upon Hongkong.

If the corporations sent all their money there, commerce must be flourishing and he could enrich himself.
"I want to be free, to live free!" Night surprised him wandering along San Fernando, but not meeting any sailor he knew, he decided to return home.