Having erected a shelter and changed into warmer garb, I keep myself occupied fishing, ending my aching hunger with a fine catch.
Re-energized by this repast I try to take bearings, but am not sure of the results.
One day I spot what seems to be land on the the starboard horizon, and unpack my spyglass to inspect this snowy coast or island-
I see a black figure against a white shore- perhaps this a nun from a Chilean convent, I think? Rescue at last! As I peer closer, I steer for land.
I seem to be much further south than I had thought.
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Ah, but cold or not, what a marvelous land where even the pigeons take care with their evening wear!
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