Pomaree is gone--the island no more yours, but the Wee-wees' (French).

Wicked priests here, too; and wicked idols in woman's clothes, and brass chains.
"Good friends, no you speak, or look at them--but I know you won't--they belong to a set of robbers--the wicked Wee-wees.

Soon these bad men be made to go very quick.

Beretanee ships of thunder come and away they go.

But no more 'bout this now.