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We reached South Trindad Island two days later and moored the boat four miles away from the land. Birdie agreed that I hadn't exaggerated its sinister appearance. As night fell and the veil of mist cleared, we saw a forest of dead trees, twisted into jagged shapes, sharp against the silvery moonlight. A mountain peak of coal black rock stood in the distance, touched with silver. A dramatic bolt of lightning split the sky into two, lighting up the dark night. We decided not to go ashore that night. We were so terrified that we forgot to archor the boat. While we slept, th boat drifted far away to some unknown island. At the light of the rosy dawn, we saw that it was a beautiful place. White surfs topped the turquiose waves, and there were sea crabs on the sandy beaches. A lush green forest stood behind the beaches, and fairy castle of volcanic rock rose in the middle of it. Birdie and I were amazed at the sight of it. We took out our paint sets and created the masterpiece that now hangs in the Grand Gallery of the Louvre Musuem known as the //Rock de Volcano.

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Original version// We reached South Trinidad Island two days later and moored the boat four miles from land. Birdie agreed that I hadn't exaggerated the island's sinister appearance. Then night fell and moonlight transformed it into a fairy castle. Towers, turrets and battlements touched with silver at half past five in the morning. When we sailed closer, the reality of the island was more dramatic. The mountains of volcanic rock twisted into jagged shapes, rose steeply from the white surf. Though the day was clear without a cloud, there was a veil of mist through which the mountain peak thrust upwards to meet the rosy dawn. A forest of dead trees covered the island. Interspersed with ferns, the few sandy beaches separated by cliffs of coal black rock were covered in wreckage and alive with sea crabs.