'Twas they decided the other chap, and next morning we set out for Capetown.

From there we got passages in a cargo boat for Sydney." Charles found it easier to visualize this picture than the former.

The departure of the three upon such a wild romantic venture had in its elements all the audacity, greed, and splendour of youth, and he also was young.
Thalassa went on with his story.
During the voyage to Sydney, Robert Turold used to talk to him on deck at nights after Remington had gone to his bunk.

It was in these solitary deck tramps under glittering stars that Thalassa first heard from the other's lips of the Turrald title: the title for which the fortune he was seeking was merely a stepping stone--the means to obtain it.

"Night after night he talked of nothing else," said Thalassa, "and I knew he would do what he wanted to do." It was easy to gather from his story that his original admiration for Robert Turold soon grew into a deeper and stronger feeling.
There was something in the dead man's masterful ambitious character which exercised a reluctantly conceded but undoubted fascination upon his companion's fierce spirit.
Such were their relations when they reached Sydney and set out on a further voyage to the other place which Thalassa was so reluctant to name.
On arriving at the "other place" they made their way to its east coast, which was the starting point of their journey to the island.