There's a delay with setting the main mast that keeps the Petrel in Hanya harbor until the morning of the 20th, and as a cool light breeze prevails from the NE, the Captain sets sail east by southeast of it. For two days the ship close hauls to the wind, but the repairs have been done and the ship manages the turns more lively. The crew's spirits are up, particularly as its been days now since a rainfall - a sure sign the Spring is making its appearance.
In the small, close harbor, a little pool between a cape and a tongue of stone, you can see a 35-foot yawl, clearly an Ottoman frame - so says Ahmet. Why it's there, you can't guess. It is too dark already to see the proper harbor entrance, and the captain orders a plumb line dropped. You learn you're in 73 feet of water ... and for the next hour or so the Captain manuevers the ship to set the anchor. You end three hundred yards from shore by the time the 22nd bell sounds.
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