I would rather that my Company should gather round me here on the poop, where we might abide together whatever God may be pleased to send.

But, certes, Master Hawtayne, for all that my sight is none of the best, it is not the first time that I have seen that headland upon the left." The seaman shaded his eyes with his hand, and gazed earnestly through the haze and spray.

Suddenly he threw up his arms and shouted aloud in his joy.
"'Tis the point of La Tremblade!" he cried.

"I had not thought that we were as far as Oleron.

The Gironde lies before us, and once over the bar, and under shelter of the Tour de Cordouan, all will be well with us.