I was in some degree settled in my measures for carrying on the plantation before my kind friend, the captain of the ship that took me up at sea, went back—for the ship remained there, in providing his lading and preparing for his voyage, nearly three months—when telling him what little stock I had left behind me in London, he gave me this friendly and sincere advice:—“Seignior Inglese,” says he (for so he always called me), “if you will give me letters, and a procuration in form to me, with orders to the person who has your money in London to send your effects to Lisbon, to such persons as I shall direct, and in such goods as are proper for this country, I will bring you the produce of them, God willing, at my return; but, since human affairs are all subject to changes and disasters, I would have you give orders but for one hundred pounds sterling, which, you say, is half your stock, and let the hazard be run for the first; so that, if it come safe, you may order the rest the same way, and, if it miscarry, you may have the other half to have recourse to for your supply.”
Bizonyos mértékben berendezkedtem már az ültetvény vezetésére, amikor jó barátom, a portugál hajóskapitány, háromhavi időzés után hajóját megrakatva visszautazni készült Lisszabonba. Én fölemlítettem neki csekélyke vagyonomat, melyet Londonban hagytam. - Senior Ingles! - mondta, mert még mindig így nevezett. - Hatalmazzon fel hivatalos írásban, és én átveszem a pénzét attól, akinél Londonban elhelyezte.