The Admiral named it Bay of Comfort.

The _Consolacion_ _Margarita_, _Juana_, _San Sebastian_, lay under bare masts, deep within the bight.
The next day, an hour before noon, arrived that king hurricane.
They are known now, these storms of Europe's west and Asia's east.

Take all our Mediterranean storms and heap them into one! Through the day our anchors held in our Bay of Comfort, and we blessed our Admiral.

But at eve the _Margarita_, the _Juana_ and the _San Sebastian_ lost bottom, feared breaking against the rocky shore and stood out for sea room.

The _Consolacion_ stayed fast, and at dawn was woe to see nothing at all of the three.