The sense of Danger in every room, walking on every road, took leave.

Yet was there throughout that insistent sight of Palos beach and the gray and wild Atlantic.

All the birds cried from the west; the salt, stinging wind flung itself upon me from the west.

Once a voice, faint and silvery, made itself heard.
"Were it not well to know those other, those mightier waters, and find the strange lands, the new lands ?" I answered myself, "They are the old lands taken a new way." But still the voice said, "The new lands!" We made Marseilles and unladed, and were held there a fortnight.

I might have left the bark and found work and maybe safety in France, or I might have taken another ship for Italy.