I made dough-cakes from the flour whilst it lasted; and I had deputies to fish for me--I mean the hundreds of pelicans.

The birds who had little ones to feed went out in the morning, and returned in the afternoon, with from three to ten pounds of delicious fresh fish in their curious pouches.
On alighting on the island they emptied their pouches on the sand--too often, I must confess, solely for my benefit.

Selfish bachelor birds on returning with full pouches jerked their catch into the air, and so swallowed it.

It used to amuse me, however, to watch a robber gull, perched on their back, cleverly and neatly intercepting the fish as it ascended.

These fish, with broiled turtle meat and tinned fruits, made quite a sumptuous repast.
After breakfast I would have a swim when the tide was low and there was no likelihood of sharks being about.