{"id":"01KG8AKY5KVBR3NV6CAA8PA1C8","cid":"bafkreie5nncba6ej6knuo4lojc6qar4lgn2c5mq6dij3tmeobb6cesncpe","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2469,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.535Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","start_line":2401,"text":"CHAPTER XXII.\r\nWhat Befel The Brigantine At The Pearl Shell Islands\r\n\r\n\r\nThe vessel was the Parki, of Lahina, a village and harbor on the coast\r\nof Mowee, one of the Hawaian isles, where she had been miserably\r\ncobbled together with planks of native wood, and fragments of a wreck,\r\nthere drifted ashore.\r\n\r\nHer appellative had been bestowed in honor of a high chief, the tallest\r\nand goodliest looking gentleman in all the Sandwich Islands. With a\r\nmixed European and native crew, about thirty in number (but only four\r\nwhites in all, captain included), the Parki, some four months previous,\r\nhad sailed from her port on a voyage southward, in quest of pearls, and\r\npearl oyster shells, sea-slugs, and other matters of that sort.\r\n\r\nSamoa, a native of the Navigator Islands, had long followed the sea,\r\nand was well versed in the business of oyster diving and its submarine\r\nmysteries. The native Lahineese on board were immediately subordinate\r\nto him; the captain having bargained with Samoa for their services as\r\ndivers.\r\n\r\nThe woman, Annatoo, was a native of a far-off, anonymous island to the\r\nwestward: whence, when quite young, she had been carried by the\r\ncommander of a ship, touching there on a passage from Macao to\r\nValparaiso. At Valparaiso her protector put her ashore; most probably,\r\nas I afterward had reason to think, for a nuisance.\r\n\r\nBy chance it came to pass that when Annatoo’s first virgin bloom had\r\ndeparted, leaving nothing but a lusty frame and a lustier soul, Samoa,\r\nthe Navigator, had fallen desperately in love with her. And thinking\r\nthe lady to his mind, being brave like himself, and doubtless well\r\nadapted to the vicissitudes of matrimony at sea, he meditated suicide—I\r\nwould have said, wedlock—and the twain became one. And some time after,\r\nin capacity of wife, Annatoo the dame, accompanied in the brigantine,\r\nSamoa her lord. Now, as Antony flew to the refuse embraces of Caesar,\r\nso Samoa solaced himself in the arms of this discarded fair one. And\r\nthe sequel was the same. For not harder the life Cleopatra led my fine\r\nfrank friend, poor Mark, than Queen Annatoo did lead this captive of\r\nher bow and her spear. But all in good time.\r\n\r\nThey left their port; and crossing the Tropic and the Line, fell in\r\nwith a cluster of islands, where the shells they sought were found in\r\nround numbers. And here—not at all strange to tell besides the natives,\r\nthey encountered a couple of Cholos, or half-breed Spaniards, from the\r\nMain; one half Spanish, the other half quartered between the wild\r\nIndian and the devil; a race, that from Baldivia to Panama are\r\nnotorious for their unscrupulous villainy.\r\n\r\nNow, the half-breeds having long since deserted a ship at these\r\nislands, had risen to high authority among the natives. This hearing,\r\nthe Parki’s captain was much gratified; he, poor ignorant, never before\r\nhaving fallen in with any of their treacherous race. And, no doubt, he\r\nimagined that their influence over the Islanders would tend to his\r\nadvantage. At all events, he made presents to the Cholos; who, in turn,\r\nprovided him with additional divers from among the natives. Very\r\nkindly, also, they pointed out the best places for seeking the oysters.\r\nIn a word, they were exceedingly friendly; often coming off to the\r\nbrigantine, and sociably dining with the captain in the cabin; placing\r\nthe salt between them and him.\r\n\r\nAll things went on very pleasantly until, one morning, the half- breeds\r\nprevailed upon the captain to go with them, in his whale-boat, to a\r\nshoal on the thither side of the island, some distance from the spot\r\nwhere lay the brigantine. They so managed it, moreover, that none but\r\nthe Lahineese under Samoa, in whom the captain much confided, were left\r\nin custody of the Parki; the three white men going along to row; for\r\nthere happened to be little or no wind for a sail.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJQXPSX6ZT5RCTTVTXBB1","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKY5BPDCBX5H5AR1VXX4C","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:20.659Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:27.581Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}