The duke had been on deck all day and had eaten nothing since breakfast. He did not go below now. He had a boy bring him a crust and some cheese to the poop-deck, and stood a long time, leaning on the taffrail watching the wake and the blackness beyond. Abandoning the Rosario was his first real failure, and he knew that whoever advised it and however wise had been the advice his would be the blame. Perhaps it was only then he remembered that Diego Flores de Valdés and Pedro de Valdés were not only cousins but inveterate and implacable enemies.

Garrett Mattingly, The Defeat of the Spanish A…, loc. 645