“Me tell. No good water, old stuff to eat.”
“In other words, Ohoo, the captain wants fresh water for us all and fresh things to eat, and he’s going to stop at some island to get these things.”
My inference was right.
“Dat it.”
“What island do you think?”
“Me dunno, but me tink Quesas.”
I wondered where Quesas was. I had taken great interest in geography at school, because, I suppose, of my fondness for the sea. I knew that the Pacific was studded with islands, but I could not recall any island of that name.
Ohoo resumed, “Me dunno as me call him right, but not all Quesas; he not all Quesas, he somethin’ before dat.”
Then it came to me.
“Is the name Marquesas?”