But that is the ironic way of Fortune.

It was also the way of Fortune that Don Miguel should thus come upon the Arabella at a time when, separated from the rest of the fleet, she was alone and at a disadvantage.

It looked to Don Miguel as if the luck which so long had been on Blood's side had at last veered in his own favour.
Miss Bishop, newly risen, had come out to take the air on the quarter-deck with his lordship in attendance--as you would expect of so gallant a gentleman--when she beheld the big red ship that had once been the Cinco Llagas out of Cadiz.

The vessel was bearing down upon them, her mountains of snowy canvas bellying forward, the long pennon with the cross of St.George fluttering from her main truck in the morning breeze, the gilded portholes in her red hull and the gilded beak-head aflash in the morning sun.
Miss Bishop was not to recognize this for that same Cinco Llagas which she had seen once before--on a tragic day in Barbados three years ago.

To her it was just a great ship that was heading resolutely, majestically, towards them, and an Englishman to judge by the pennon she was flying.