We left Marseilles and voyaged once more San Lucar-ward.
There rushed up a fearful storm and we were wrecked off Almeria.

One lad drowned.

The rest of us somehow made shore.

A boat took us to Algeciras, and thence we trudged it to San Lucar.
My Catalans were not wholly depressed.

Behind their wrecked ship stood merchants who would furnish another bark.