They sailed into the narrow waters that lay between southern Spain and Morocco. The wind blew them empty, the wind blew new music into them, human ocarinas. With Granada on their right to the north and Tunis, Algiers, Rabat on their left, the waterway passage got more narrow and became the Strait of Gibraltar. The blue of the Mediterranean became the green of the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic at last!
Out into the Atlantic, sailing south of Marrakesh and just west of the Western Sahara, they entered the Canary Basin. The Canary archipelago lay ahead at latitude 28, the Canary Islands on a parallel with South Florida.
Sancho stood on the deck of the ship.
“Ahoy, my liege,” Sancho said. “I see La Palma ahead.” A speck in the roiling water.
“You mean Las Palmas,” Johnny said.
“I beg your
