ABSTRACT
W E set sail from Esterre on Friday, r SthFebruary. Our barque had two cannons but only one cannon ball, and this round could not be fired, as it was used to crush the mustard we used with our eachon boucanne, There were seventeen of us on board, including the cabin boy and my slave, who was sixteen to seventeen years old. The following day we had contrary winds and did not make the Caymites till the 25th. The waves appeared to be trying to see which could jump the highest and sweep us from stern to stem, and one of them was so clumsy that it carried away our galley. A terrible misfortune for men with good appetites. The loss of our galley and the continuation of bad weather obliged us to anchor under Cap Donna Maria, the most westerly point of San Domingo.
