After answering tiresome questions about political events from those who came on board, we landed. The boat was straightaway sent back to the ship in case the surf, which in this bay is dangerous, should crush it against the wharf. Our attention was first caught by a tall woman, of a brownish complexion and badly dressed, called the capitana. She was followed by several other women, equally badly dressed. They tried to board the Pizarro but were refused. In this harbor, frequented by Europeans, licentiousness seems to be quite ordered. The capitana is chosen by her companions, she ensures that no injuries are done to sailors, and then sends them back on board at the tight time. Officers seek her out if they think one of their crew might be hiding on land to desert later.