While I was in view of the Moor that was swimming, I stood out directly to sea with the boat, rather stretching to windward, that they might think me gone towards the Straits’ mouth (as indeed any one that had been in their wits must have been supposed to do): for who would have supposed we were sailed on to the southward, to the truly Barbarian coast, where whole nations of negroes were sure to surround us with their canoes and destroy us; where we could not go on shore but we should be devoured by savage beasts, or more merciless savages of human kind.
Zoo lang ik in het gezigt van den Moor bleef, hield ik het bij den wind, opdat hij denken zou, dat ik naar den mond van de Straat van Gibraltar stevende (gelijk ieder verstandig mensch verwachten moest); want wie kon onderstellen, dat ik zuidwaarts naar de Barbarijsche kust zoude gaan, waar geheele negerstammen ons met hunne kanoes konden omringen en dooden; waar wij nimmer aan wal konden gaan, om niet door wilde dieren of nog woester menschen verslonden te worden?