Now Bartholomew Fiesco the Genoese said.
"Aye, aye! They say on the ships at Genoa that when it came to weather, even when you were a youngster, you were fair necromancer!" The sky rested blue, but the sea became green oil.

That night there were all around us fields of phosphorescence.

About midnight these vanished; it was very black for all the stars, and we seemed to hear a sighing as from a giant leagues away.

This passed, and the morning broke, silent and tranquil, azure sky and azure sea, and not so sharply clear as yesterday.

The great calm wind again pushed us.
Hispaniola! Hispaniola! Her mountains and her palms before us.
We coasted to the river Hayna and the Spanish city of San Domingo.