It was terribly tantalising, and just so near game too. But towards the middle of the morning watch sea and wind went down, the stars shone out, and the red fire of the rising sun opened a splendid day.
Probably this storm and the fact of the Breezy having been drifted to leeward saved the situation, for there--not two miles ahead--was the Island of Snakes itself, and no Fortuna in sight.
They sailed round this that they might recall the wrecked Macbeth, and enable Kep and Adolphus to take their bearings.
They found the spot, but the ship of death lay crushed and broken among the rocks.
It was easy for Kep now to point out the route to the little inlet where the treasure ship had been sunk, and in a couple of hours they had reached it.
No time was lost in sending a boat on shore.
It was the captain's gig, Captain Breezy himself on board her, with Kep and Adolph and McTavish. Everything above seemed precisely the same as when Kep and his comrade had left it years ago.
"But how about the treasure ship?" said Captain Breezy.
"Well, sir," replied Kep, "she ought to be just down there among the weeds. But I can soon see. I can dive down as I did before."
"But is there not a danger of your becoming entangled among the deep sea weeds and drowned?"