’nihil astra praeter Vidit et undas.

The rest of us were grouped at the port anchor davit, staring with no less assiduity, but with far less hope on the obscure horizon.  Islands we beheld in plenty, but they were of ’such stuff as dreams are made on,’ and vanished at a wink, only to appear in other places; and by and by not only islands, but refulgent and revolving lights began to stud the darkness; lighthouses of the mind or of the wearied optic nerve, solemnly shining and winking as we passed.  At length the mate himself despaired, scrambled on board again from his unrestful perch, and announced that we had missed our destination.  He was the only man of practice in these waters, our sole pilot, shipped for that end at Tai-o-hae.  If he declared we had missed Takaroa, it was not for us to quarrel with the fact, but, if we could, to explain it.  We had certainly run down our southing.  Our canted wake upon the sea and our somewhat drunken-looking course upon the chart both testified with no less certainty to an impetuous westward current.  We had no choice but to conclude we were again set down to leeward; and the best we could do was to bring the Casco to the wind, keep a good watch, and expect morning.

I slept that night, as was then my somewhat dangerous practice, on deck upon the cockpit bench.  A stir at last awoke me, to see all the eastern heaven dyed with faint orange, the binnacle lamp already dulled against the brightness of the day, and the steersman leaning eagerly across the wheel.  ‘There it is, sir!’ he cried, and pointed in the very eyeball of the dawn.  For awhile I could see nothing but the bluish ruins of the morning bank, which lay far along the horizon, like melting icebergs.  Then the sun rose, pierced a gap in these debris of vapours, and displayed an inconsiderable islet, flat as a plate upon the sea, and spiked with palms of disproportioned altitude.

So far, so good.  Here was certainly an atoll; and we were certainly got among the archipelago.  But which?  And where?  The isle was too small for either Takaroa:  in all our neighbourhood, indeed, there was none so inconsiderable, save only Tikei; and Tikei, one of Roggewein’s so-called Pernicious Islands, seemed beside the question.  At that rate, instead of drifting to the west, we must have fetched up thirty miles to windward.  And how about the current?  It had been setting us down, by observation, all these days:  by the deflection of our wake, it should be setting us down that moment.  When had it stopped?  When had it begun again? and what kind of torrent was that which had swept us eastward in the interval?  To these questions, so typical of navigation in that range of isles, I have no answer.  Such were at least the facts; Tikei our island turned out to be; and it was our first experience of the dangerous archipelago, to make our landfall thirty miles out.