On the third day, a fresh supply of provisions was sent on board, and, so soon as they were received, the Commodore, in an English uniform, went on shore and called upon the Governor, gave a long detail of the sufferings of the people he had rescued, and agreed that they should be sent on shore in two days, and they would, by that time, be well enough to be moved.  After many compliments, he went on board, the Governor having stated his intention to return his visit on the following day, if the weather were not too rough.  Fortunately, the weather was rough for the next two days, and it was not until the third that the Governor made his appearance.  This was precisely what the Commodore wished.

There is no disease, perhaps, so dreadful or so rapid in its effects upon the human frame, and at the same time so instantaneously checked, as the scurvy, if the remedy can be procured.  A few days were sufficient to restore those, who were not able to turn in their hammocks, to their former vigour.  In the course of the six days nearly all the crew of the Dort were convalescent and able to go on deck; but still they were not cured.  The Commodore waited for the arrival of the Governor, received him with all due honours, and then, so soon as he was in the cabin, told him very politely that he and all his officers with him were prisoners.  That the vessel was a Dutch man-of-war, and that it was his own people, and not Spaniards, who had been dying of the scurvy.  He consoled him, however, by pointing out that he had thought it preferable to obtain provisions by this ruse, than to sacrifice lives on both sides by taking them by force, and that his Excellency’s captivity would endure no longer than until he had received on board a sufficient number of live bullocks and fresh vegetables to insure the recovery of the ship’s company; and, in the meantime, not the least insult would be offered to him.  Whereupon the Spanish Governor first looked at the Commodore and then at the file of armed men at the cabin door, and then to his distance from the town; and then called to mind the possibility of his being taken out to sea.  Weighing all these points in his mind, and the very moderate ransom demanded (for bullocks were not worth a dollar apiece in that country), he resolved, as he could not help himself, to comply with the Commodore’s terms.  He called for pen and ink, and wrote an order to send on board immediately all that was demanded.  Before sunset the bullocks and vegetables were brought off, and, so soon as they were alongside, the Commodore, with many bows and many thanks, escorted the Governor to the gangway, complimenting him with a salvo of great guns, as he had done before, on his arrival.  The people on shore thought that his Excellency had paid a long visit, but, as he did not like to acknowledge that he had been deceived, nothing was said about it at least, in his hearing, although the facts were soon well known.  As soon as the boats were cleared, the Commodore weighed anchor and made sail, well satisfied with having preserved his ship’s company; and, as the Falkland Islands, in case of parting company, had been named as the rendezvous, he steered for them.  In a fortnight he arrived, and found that his Admiral was not yet there.  His crew were now all recovered, and his fresh beef was not yet expended, when he perceived the Admiral and the three other vessels in the offing.