Perhaps, during the next equinoctial tides, another notice to this effect in another keg may also reach a safe destination.
But how many weary months to wait before the orifice of the tunnel will again be uncovered! The rough weather continues, and the squalls are more violent than ever.

Is it the state of the sea that delays another campaign against Back Cup?
Lieutenant Davon certainly assured me that if his expedition failed, if the _Sword_ did not return to St.George, another attempt under different conditions would be made with a view to breaking up this bandits' lair.

Sooner or later the work of justice must be done, and Back Cup be destroyed, even though I may not survive its destruction.
Ah! why can I not go and breathe, if only for a single instant, the vivifying air outside?
Why am I not permitted to cast one glance over the ocean towards the distant horizon of the Bermudas?
My whole life is concentrated in one desire: to get through the tunnel in the wall and hide myself among the rocks.

Perchance I might be the first to catch sight of the smoke of a squadron heading for the island.
This project, alas! is unrealizable, as sentries are posted day and night at each extremity of the passage.

No one can enter it without Engineer Serko's authorization.