It is one of the many keys of the West Indies.

Here, in old buccaneering days, the pirates landed and careened their ships." "How did they do that ?" she asked, fascinated.
"I am not sure," I answered.

"I think with white-wash.

At any rate, they gave them a good careening.

But since then these solitudes are only the home of the sea-gull, the sea-mew, and the albatross." The girl shuddered.
"How lonely!" she said.
"Lonely or not," I said with a laugh (luckily I can speak with a laugh when I want to), "I must get to work." I set myself to work to haul up and arrange our effects.