 To the west lay a distant mountainous coastline with one prodigiously lofty cone surmounted by heavy clouds. To the north, there was nothing but water. Sparkling in the sun. I asked, where can we be? Now, wherever we are, it is rather warm. And what is more, the volcano is erupting. And I see no sense in staying here to receive a piece of rock upon my head. Let us descend and find somebody who will tell us where we are.