Plantation?
Yah! He make me sick.

Tell you, me know Demerary well 'nuff.

De town is in flames.

Oh, my Georgiana!" So much, indeed, was beyond doubt before long, and as the fire seemed perilously close to the wharves and shipping, the captain decided to lie off for the night.

The thermometer in his cabin stood at ninety degrees, which perhaps accounted for his having no anxiety to go ashore; but, in spite of the heat, Dennis and I were wild to see what was going on, and when Alister called to us to help to lower the jolly-boat, and we found we were to accompany him, we were not dilatory with the necessary preparations, and were soon rapidly approaching the burning town.
It was a strange sight as we drew nearer and nearer.