Then I began to see it was time to think of further adventures, and I
next shipped myself, in an evil hour to be sure, on a voyage to Cadiz.

On the coast of Spain I fell in with some masters of mischief, and,
among them, one, forwarder than the rest, named Harris, who began an
intimate confidence with me, so that we called one another brothers.

This Harris was afterwards captured by an English man-of-war, and, being
laid in irons, died of grief and anger.

When we were together, he asked me if I had a mind for an adventure that
might make amends for all past misfortunes. I told him, yes, with all my
heart; for I did not care where I went, having nothing to lose, and no
one to leave behind me.

He told me, then, there was a brave fellow, whose name was Wilmot, in
another English ship which rode in the harbour, who had resolved to
mutiny the next morning, and run away with the ship; and that if we
could get strength enough among our ship's company, we might do the
same.

I liked the proposal very well, but we could not bring our part to
perfection. For there were but eleven in our ship who were in the
conspiracy, nor could we get any more that we could trust. So that when
Wilmot began his work, and secured the ship, and gave the signal to us,
we all took a boat and went off to join him.

Being well prepared for all manner of roguery, without the least checks
of conscience, I thus embarked with this crew, which at last brought me