This done, we proceeded to examine into the state of our larder, for, as Jack truly remarked, there was no knowing how long the pirates might remain on the island.
"Perhaps," said Peterkin, "they may take it into their heads to stop here altogether, and so we shall be buried alive in this place." "Don't you think, Peterkin, that it's the nearest thing to being drowned alive that you ever felt ?" said Jack with a smile.

"But I've no fear of that.

These villains never stay long on shore.

The sea is their home, so you may depend upon it that they won't stay more than a day or two at the furthest." We now began to make arrangements for spending the night in the cavern.
At various periods Jack and I had conveyed cocoa nuts and other fruits, besides rolls of cocoa-nut cloth, to this submarine cave, partly for amusement, and partly from a feeling that we might possibly be driven one day to take shelter here from the savages.

Little did we imagine that the first savages who would drive us into it would be white savages, perhaps our own countrymen.