"The tropic moon shone brightly on the village of Adaffia in the Bight of Bewnin as a fishing-canoe steered warily through the relatively quiet surf of the dry season towards the steep beach. Out in the roadstead an anchored barque stood up sharply against the moonlit sky the yellow spark of her riding light glimmering warmly and a white shape dimly discernible in the approaching canoe hinted of a visitor from the sea. Soon the little craft hidden for a while in the white smother of a breaking wave emerged triumphant and pushed her pointed nose up the beach; the occupants leaped out and seizing her by her inturned gun wales hauled her forthwith out of reach of the following wave."