The other is a sum of one million dollars....

The first pod was taken from a Spanish merchant and it is in Spanish silver dollars.

The other on Short Shrift Island is in different kinds of money, taken from different ships of different nations ...

it is all good money._" In fact I found to my surprise that I had the haunting thing by heart, as though it had been a piece of poetry; and over and over again it kept on going through my head.
Then Tom came up with my breakfast.

The old fellow stood by to serve me as I ate, with a pathetic touch of the old slavery days in his deferential, half-fatherly manner, dropping a quaint remark every now and again; as, when drawing my attention to the sun bursting through the clouds, he said, "The poor man's blanket is coming out, sah"-- phrases in which there seemed a whole world of pathos to me.
Presently, when breakfast was over, and I stood looking over the side into the incredibly clear water, in which it seems hardly possible that a boat can go on floating, suspended as she seems over gleaming gulfs of liquid space, down through which at every moment it seems she must dizzily fall, Tom drew my attention to the indescribably lovely "sea-gardens" over which we were passing--waving purple fans, fairy coral grottoes, and jewelled fishes, lying like a rainbow dream under our rushing keel.