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Occasionally
they
heard
faint
echoes
of
brawls
and
quarreling
among
the
mutineers
,
and
on
two
occasions
the
vicious
bark
of
firearms
rang
out
on
the
still
air
.
But
Black
Michael
was
a
fit
leader
for
this
band
of
cutthroats
,
and
,
withal
held
them
in
fair
subjection
to
his
rule
.
On
the
fifth
day
following
the
murder
of
the
ship
's
officers
,
land
was
sighted
by
the
lookout
.
Whether
island
or
mainland
,
Black
Michael
did
not
know
,
but
he
announced
to
Clayton
that
if
investigation
showed
that
the
place
was
habitable
he
and
Lady
Greystoke
were
to
be
put
ashore
with
their
belongings
.
"
You
'll
be
all
right
there
for
a
few
months
,
"
he
explained
,
"
and
by
that
time
we
'll
have
been
able
to
make
an
inhabited
coast
somewhere
and
scatter
a
bit
.
Then
I
'll
see
that
yer
gover
'm
ent
's
notified
where
you
be
an
'
they
'll
soon
send
a
man-o'war
to
fetch
ye
off
.
"
It
would
be
a
hard
matter
to
land
you
in
civilization
without
a
lot
o
'
questions
being
asked
,
an
'
none
o
'
us
here
has
any
very
convincin
'
answers
up
our
sleeves
.
"
Clayton
remonstrated
against
the
inhumanity
of
landing
them
upon
an
unknown
shore
to
be
left
to
the
mercies
of
savage
beasts
,
and
,
possibly
,
still
more
savage
men
.
But
his
words
were
of
no
avail
,
and
only
tended
to
anger
Black
Michael
,
so
he
was
forced
to
desist
and
make
the
best
he
could
of
a
bad
situation
.
About
three
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
they
came
about
off
a
beautiful
wooded
shore
opposite
the
mouth
of
what
appeared
to
be
a
land-locked
harbor
.
Black
Michael
sent
a
small
boat
filled
with
men
to
sound
the
entrance
in
an
effort
to
determine
if
the
Fuwalda
could
be
safely
worked
through
the
entrance
.
In
about
an
hour
they
returned
and
reported
deep
water
through
the
passage
as
well
as
far
into
the
little
basin
.
Before
dark
the
barkentine
lay
peacefully
at
anchor
upon
the
bosom
of
the
still
,
mirror-like
surface
of
the
harbor
.
