ABSTRACT
On the voyage from Marseilles to Genoa God was pleased to deliver us from great peril. On the morning of the sixteenth of October, having quitted the port of La Ciotat early, we met a Genoese ship and were warned that two Barbary corsairs were cruising near the coast and had already captured some Christian ships. A vessel with the French envoy to Genoa on board, and a brigantine belonging to merchants, left La Ciotat at the same time and kept cautiously behind us. With our eyes well open we asked the fishermen we met whether they had seen or heard of any Algerine corsairs; some said yes, others declared the report was false. Thus in fear and trembling we sailed all day, until at sunset we were so close to Cape St. Tropez that we could run the boat ashore in a few minutes. The Maltese brigantine which had always kept in our wake now passed us and no sooner had she rounded the cape than the two Barbary privateers put out from a small cove where they had been hiding and captured her.
