“How can we tell, till we get the astrolabe and take an observation? Most likely it’s a new river, the biggest ever found.”
“It must be a new river,” said Mark. “This is the New Sea. We’re drifting back a little.”
“We’ll come again in a canoe, or something,” said Bevis.
They rowed out of the channel, set the mainsail, and sailed back, past Pearl Island, Grey Crow Island, the Coral Isles, and approached New Formosa. Mark looked over the side, and watched to see the sunken punt.
“It’s a wreck,” said he presently, as they passed above the punt. “She foundered.”
“It’s a Spanish galley,” said Bevis. “She’s full of bullion, gold and silver—”
“Millions of broad gold pieces.”
“Doubloons.”
“Pistoles.”
“Ingots.”