“But there is an elbow?”
The fisherman shook his head.
“The shortest road from one place to another is a straight line,” continued D’Artagnan.
“You forget the tide, monsieur.”
“Well! take the tide.”
“And the wind.”
“Well, and the wind.”
“Without doubt, the current of the Loire carries barks almost as far as Croisic. If they want to lie by a little, or to refresh the crew, they come to Pirial along the coast; from Pirial they find another inverse current, which carries them to the Isle-Dumal, two leagues and a half.”
“Granted.”
“There the current of the Vilaine throws them upon another isle, the isle of Hoedic.”