According to your theory the inhabitants must have died in their skins, fried like yams.
They told us that they had water, hogs, fowls and yams on shore and plenty of wood.
In Togo male slaves work in the fields where yams are cultivated.
Leaving the crew to bale out and re-ship the yams, we clambered on deck.
I suppose you'll steal my yams next, but I'll sweat you for it, ...