The wind blew from the N.N.E., which was contrary to my desire, for had it blown southerly I had been sure to have made the coast of Spain, and at least reached to the bay of Cadiz; but my resolutions were, blow which way it would, I would be gone from that horrid place where I was, and leave the rest to fate.
El resto, quedaba en manos del destino. Después de estar un rato pescando y no haber cogido nada, porque cuando tenía algún pez en el anzuelo, no lo sacaba para que el moro no lo viera, le dije: