When I saw there was no harbour here, nor good anchoring, I stood off to sea again, in the evening of the second of August, fearing a storm on a lee shore, in a place where there was no shelter, and desiring at least to have sea-room:  for the clouds began to grow thick in the western board, and the wind was already there, and began to blow fresh almost upon the shore; which at this place lies along north-north-west and south-south-east.  By 9 o’clock at night we had got a pretty good offing; but, the wind still increasing, I took in my main topsail, being able to carry no more sail than two courses and the mizzen.  At 2 in the morning August 3 it blew very hard, and the sea was much raised; so that I furled all my sails but my mainsail.  Though the wind blew so hard we had pretty clear weather till noon:  but then the whole sky was blackened with thick clouds, and we had some rain, which would last a quarter of an hour at a time, and then it would blow very fierce while the squalls of rain were over our heads; but as soon as they were gone the wind was by much abated, the stress of the storm being over.  We sounded several times, but had no ground till 8 o’clock August the 4th in the evening; and then had 60 fathom water, coral ground.  At 10 we had 56 fathom fine sand.  At 12 we had 55 fathom, fine sand, of a pale bluish colour.  It was now pretty moderate weather; yet I made no sail till morning; but then, the wind veering about to the south-west, I made sail and stood to the north:  and at 11 o’clock the next day August 5 we saw land again, at about 10 leagues distance.  This noon we were in latitude 25 degrees 30 minutes, and in the afternoon our cook died, an old man, who had been sick a great while, being infirm before we came out of England.

The 6th of August in the morning we saw an opening in the land and we ran into it, and anchored in 7 and a half fathom water, 2 miles from the shore, clean sand.  It was somewhat difficult getting in here, by reason of many shoals we met with:  but I sent my boat sounding before me.  The mouth of this sound, which I called Shark’s Bay, lies in about 25 degrees south latitude, and our reckoning made its longitude from the Cape of Good Hope to be about 87 degrees; which is less by 195 leagues than is usually laid down in our common charts, if our reckoning was right and our glasses did not deceive us.  As soon as I came to anchor in this bay (of which I have given a plan) I sent my boat ashore to seek for fresh water:  but in the evening my men returned, having found none.  The next morning I went ashore myself, carrying pickaxes and shovels with me, to dig for water:  and axes to cut wood.  We tried in several places for water but, finding none after several trials, nor in several miles compass, we left any farther search for it and, spending the rest of the day in cutting wood, we went aboard at night.

Of the land there, vegetables, birds, etc.