The Admiral said that we should go discover, and we changed course toward it, but in three hours' time met furious weather.

The sea rose, clouds like night closed us in.

Night came on without a star and a contrary wind blew always.

When the dawn broke sullenly we were beaten back to Cuba, and a great promontory against which truly we might have been dashed stood to our north and shut out coast of yesterday.

Here we hung a day and night, and then the wind lulling and the sea running not so high, we made again for that island which might be Babeque.