Next day the work of repairing the ship began.  She was careened in the shallows of a safe and convenient harbour, and such an army of workers set to work upon her that in the course of a week the “Golden Seahorse” was once more ready for sea.

While the repairs to our vessel were in progress we received welcome assistance from the crews of the English and Dutch ships in the harbour, with whom we soon became acquainted.  The Dutch vessel “Speedwell” belonged to the Dutch East India Company, a company which, at this time, was growing in wealth and importance.  She was bound on a voyage to the North for a cargo of furs, and Captain Smuts, in command of her, was anxious that we should join him in this expedition, for, said he, two ships will more readily succeed than one, since each may help the other.  But we not being equipped for northern travel decided to continue our voyage south, though we arranged with Captain Smuts to meet him later at the Molucca Islands, where we had resolved to call King Thedori to account for his treacherous conduct toward us on our former visit.

Before leaving the island of Sumatra I paid a second visit to Achin, where I was given a final audience with King Trinkitat, when I paid him over the balance of the rubies.  I found the king well disposed toward me, and apparently satisfied with the payment made him in return for the refitting of our vessel, which indeed was at a princely rate, when the value of the rubies was considered.  He did not attempt to extort more than was justly due to him according to promise, as is the habit with these half-savage potentates, when dealing with foreigners, but this I attributed to the superstition I had so happily aroused in him that the rubies would bring misfortune if not honestly come by.  I questioned his Majesty more closely with regard to King Luck, and, from what he told me, I felt convinced that this man, now a chief among the savages of New Holland, was none other than my old antagonist Van Luck, though how he came to be rescued from the sea I had no means, at that time, of knowing.  King Trinkitat possessed no chart of the place to which his ships traded, as the captains of his vessels mostly steered by the stars.  But he promised me that, if ever I should again visit his island, he would send a pilot with me to conduct me to King Luck.

Mahomet Achmet, with whom I parted the best of friends, expressed the hope that we would one day meet again.

“I will not sell this jewel, Signor Peter,” he said to me when I paid him for his work with some money we had aboard the ship, and presented him with a fine ruby, according to promise.  “I will keep it in memory of a shrewd man whose wit did more to save him than his money, for I may tell you that neither you nor your ship’s company would have been allowed to leave this place had you not spoken to the king of the ill-luck which these rubies bring to those who come not honestly by them.”