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    In a final flourish the buccaneers chose a new name for their ship. At Cook’s suggestion, they called her the Bachelor’s Delight .
    ‘We’ll find it hard to beat up into the Strait,’ commented Dampier. A heavier flurry of snow swept across the water towards them. Hector shivered despite his warm clothing.
    Cook made up his mind. ‘Then let us trust in the Delight . We’ll not use the Strait, but go around the Cape. That way we avoid bad weather here, and there’s less chance the Spaniards will detect our arrival.’ He patted Hector on the shoulder. ‘And you, young man, can give us the benefit of your experience.’
    Dampier handed Hector the chart. The tip of the continent, the Land of Fire, was drawn in uncertain outline. Large spaces had been left blank. Various islands and channels had been added in such a way that they looked suspiciously like guesswork. Hector placed his finger well below the final cape.
    ‘To be safe, we should go here, to fifty-eight degrees, before we turn to the west.’
    ‘But there we risk meeting ice islands.’
    ‘Better than running into cliffs,’ grunted Dampier.

     
    C OOK ’ S DECISION appeared to be a good one. For the next ten days the skies remained cloudy and the temperature continued to fall, but the crew of the Bachelor’s Delight had an easy time. With a favourable breeze on her quarter, the ship pressed forward through a sea that teemed with whales, seals and penguins, and there was scarcely any need to trim the sails.
    ‘Not long before we are in the glorious Pacific,’ gloated Jacques. He had emerged from the galley where he had been concocting a stockfish broth. Prone to seasickness, he was relieved to have a steady deck beneath his feet.
    ‘We don’t know what the currents are doing. They might be pushing us off-course,’ observed Hector uneasily. The weather seemed too settled and favourable. He looked questioningly at Dan, who had been watching a small school of dolphins for the past half-hour. The animals had been cavorting energetically, close beside the ship. Now they had moved farther out and were showing themselves less often. Oddly, though, the sound they made as they emptied their lungs was just as loud.
    ‘They know a storm is brewing. They are warning us,’ said Dan.
    ‘Then they would be better off speaking with our captain,’ said Jacques, who was sceptical of sea lore. Hector, however, respected Dan’s opinion. Like many of his people, the Miskito had an uncanny ability to read sea signs.
    Making his way to the quarterdeck, Hector found Cook already making preparations for heavy weather. The mast stays were to be doubled, and the anchors brought inboard to reduce the strain when the vessel pitched in a head sea. All the remaining deck cannon were to be sent down into the hold of the ship to increase stability.
    Shifting the heavy guns was delicate, dangerous work and it took almost the entire day before the artillery was safely stowed and lashed, the covers over the deck hatches doubled, and the storm canvas brought up from the sail lockers. ‘Your Indian friend was right,’ said Cook. Sinister black clouds were stacking up ahead of the ship, and the sea had turned an ominous, sullen grey. A succession of steep, hollow swells was building. Each time the ship sank into a trough, Hector had the feeling that the ocean was mustering its strength, waiting to unleash its full power. ‘Tell our cook to prepare hot food while he still can,’ Cook ordered, ‘I fear we are in for a long blow.’
    By nightfall the first violent squalls were striking. They came out of the south, sudden angry blasts of wind that buffeted the Bachelor’s Delight , sweeping away anything that hadn’t been securely fastened down. Jacques could be heard cursing in the galley, as his largest cauldron tipped, slopping out the soup and dousing the cookhouse fire. The ship’s crew were experienced mariners, and a sense of foreboding settled over them as they