The boat has set sail. We watched her through a spyglass. Here she crashed into the shore, covered in foam and sparkling spray. So the sailors walked along the shore, leaving one near the boat, looking around and listening. So they entered the grove and disappeared from sight. After some time, the sailors returned, got into the boat and rushed towards the ship. But suddenly the boat turned and again approached the shore. Several dozen natives armed with spears emerged from the grove. One of them stepped forward, persistently calling on the strangers to land on the shore. The captain gestured that he was refusing. The natives waved their spears. Then he fired a pistol, and the islanders began to run away.