_ 102 _ cafetar and ties the heavy weights to his feet and threw him into the sea. The very moment thay they threw him in, he came towards me on the shore where I stood watching, and went his way, very cheerful and laughing. Then three years later, when I was wintering in Muscat, I left for India in July on a ship. The wind fell, and we anchored off a village of these sorcerors called Itin. In anchoring a cable was cut, and this happened with all the others with which we tried to anchor. Because we had a voyage to make to India and no anchor, and could not hope to find anything on the coast of Arabia, we sent to Muscat for some of the divers who fish for pearls and live in thirty brazas of water so that they could go to the bottom and tie thick cables with buoys to the anchors so that we could recover some of them. These men dived and found the anchors, but they all came up wounded and covered in blood and said that there were men by the anchors who would not let them near them. Downcast, since we were anchorless and at the mercy of the waves and winds, we tried to make out of wood, which is a desperate remedy, and some of us went ashore to look for a stout tree. We found one that was very large and sturdy, and after two carpenters had been cutting it for a day with hatchets, a Moor of the coast came up to us
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