_ 40 _ day we sailed until the evening and anchored off the island where mass had been said for us the previous Sunday, and there we remained for eight days waiting for a fair wind. In the meantime, the King of Mozambique sent word to us that he wanted to make peace and be our friend. The Ambassador negotiating this peace was a white Moor, who was a sharif (that is, a "cleric"), and a heavy drinker. While we were there, a Moor arrived with his young son. He boarded one of our ships, explaining that he wished to travel with us because he came from near Mecca and had come here to Mozambique to be a pilot of a ship from that country. Since we were not blessed with favourable weather, we entered the port of Mozambique to take on water, which we needed. This was on the other side of the mainland. It was the water drunk by the inhabitants of the island because this was the only water that was not salty. We entered the port on Thursday and at night we launched the longboats. At midnight the the captain-major, Nicloau Coelho and some of us went to find the water. We took the Moorish pilot with us. He was keener on fleeing, if there was any chance, than showing us where the water was. He got into such a muddle that he never managed to show us its location, or did not want to.
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