La Gomera, De Garajonay Mountain Range, Late May 1895Standing proud against the high skyline, the old buildings looked haunting to the untrained eye. To Zhou Wang and his small party of disciples it spelled the end of their ultimate quest. They had set off before sun break from their small-tented encampment at the harbour in San Sebastian. Silver had promptly kicked them off the Calypso on arrival after grudgingly giving them passage for owed wages. He wanted nothing more to do with them and had avoided Zhou on the short crossing.
Zhou had expected this and had made a point of seeing the Captain before leaving their home of many weeks. “Thank you for your hospitality Captain.” Zhou bowed, “you beat the others for me, then you and I will settle our differences later. “My team are taking pa
