On the 12th, in the morning, we passed by the north point of that land, and were confirmed in the persuasion of its being an island by seeing an opening to the east of it, as we had done on the west.

Having fair weather, a small gale, and smooth water, we stood further on in the bay to see what land was on the east of it.

Our soundings at first were seven fathom, which held so a great while, but at length it decreased to six.

Then we saw the land right ahead.

We could not come near it with the ship, having but shoal water, and it being dangerous lying there, and the land extraordinarily low, very unlikely to have fresh water (though it had a few trees on it, seemingly mangroves), and much of it probably covered at high water, I stood out again that afternoon, deepening the water, and before night anchored in eight fathom, clean white sand, about the middle of the bay.