Francis Lynde, Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 1 (1923)
“ The trim little ship, ghostlike in its spotless white paint, was riding at anchor a few hundred yards from the water front and almost at my feet I found her dinghy with a single sailor—a Provincetown Portuguese from his looks—waiting as if for a passenger. “You are from the Waikiki?” I asked. “Si, senhor. I wait for wan Meestaire Onslee-e-e.” It was quite like Alison to send a boat for me; no girl was ever more thoughtful for other people's comfort. So I got aboard, telling the sailor that I was his man; and a few minutes later I had climbed the accommodation ladder to the yacht's deck. ”
