Contrary winds, squalls, and currents drifted us about the rest of the day at their pleasure.

The night was equally squally and changeable, and kept us hard at work taking in and making sail, and rowing in the intervals.
Sunrise on the 2d found us in the middle of the ten-mile channel between Kaioa and Makian.

Squalls and showers succeeded each other during the morning.

At noon there was a dead calm, after which a light westerly breeze enabled us to reach a village on Makian in the evening.

Here I bought some pumelos (Citrus decumana), kanary-nuts, and coffee, and let my men have a night's sleep.
The morning of the 3d was fine, and we rowed slowly along the coast of Makian.