Seams had opened, water was coming in.

The _Nina_ a mile away took our signal and came nearer, lay to, and sent her boat.
The Santa Maria, it was seen, was dying.

Nothing more was to be done.
Her mariners could only cling to her like bees to comb.

We got the two boats clear and there was the boat of the Nina.

Missioned by the Admiral, Juan Lepe got somehow into cabin, together with Sancho and Luis Torres, and we collected maps and charts, log, journal, box with royal letters and the small bags of gold, and the Admiral's personal belongings, putting all into a great sack and caring for it, until upon the _Nina_ we gave it into his hand.