He anchored, took his boat and came to the Admiral upon the _Consolacion_.
"Senor, I am glad to see you living!" "Yes, I live, senor.

Are you well in San Domingo ?" "Well in body, but sick at heart because of the fleet." "Because of the fleet ?" "The fleet, senor, was a day away when the hurricane burst.

Half the ships were split, lost, sunken! The others, broken, returned to us.

One only went on to Spain.

The gold ships are lost.