It was past dusk when the Spanish vessel Cebu laid anchor in the choppy waters off Dapitan. And soon the night broke over a gray and strange world of luxuriant vegetation. On board was a filibustero, clad in the latest European fashion style and every inch a highly cultured man. When he landed ashore, he had in him a deep feeling of anguish and despair. He saw nothing, heard nothing except the rustling of coconut palm leaves and the haunting sounds of waves surging to-and-fro upon the sandy soil. He paused for a moment to search the troubled Asian horizon for a last glimpse of it, but its shifting mirage had seemed to vanish under the heavy cover of darkness, as if to hide forever from the overpowering beauty of the new world of nature which destiny, or call it fate, had thrown him into as a political exile. This historic moment was the 17th of July, 1892, and the man who was put ashore by the agents of his arch-enemies was Dr. Jose Rizal. (Copied from article).