Mayflower

The morning of that day-it was a Tuesday of the Lenten season-could not have dawned more promisingly. The sea, off the Caba�al, was in flat calm, as smooth as a polished mirror. Not the slightest ripple broke the shimmering triangular wake that the sun sent shoreward over the lifeless surface of the water.The fishing fleet had headed, bright and early, for the grounds off the Cabo de San Antonio; and all the seines were out to take full advantage of the perfect weather. Prices on the market of Valencia were running high; and every skipper was trying to make a quick catch and get back first to the beach of the Caba�al, where the fisherwomen were waiting impatiently.