He saw it as a monster cape or prolongation, sprouting into Ocean-Sea as sprouts Italy into Mediterranean.

Back--back--the way we had come, entering again that white sea, entangled again among a thousand islets! At last we came again to that Cape of the Cross to which we had escaped in the Jamaica tempest.

One thing he would yet do in this voyage and that was to go roundabout homeward by Jamaica and find out further things of that great and fair island.

We left Cuba that still we thought was the main.

Santiago or Jamaica rose before us, dark blue mountains out of the dark blue sea.