Sandwich Island Interlude

Back in the early 1800’s, my great-great grandfather was first mate on a whaling ship out of Martha’s Vinyard.  While in the Pacific, he got into a fight on ship and was given a skull fracture.  Not being fit to sail, he was marooned on one of the Sandwich Islands.  During his stay, he started a family and adapted quite well.  Three or four years later, he was picked up by a passing ship and taken back to Martha’s Vinyard, regrettably leaving his family behind.  Done with the sea, he took a flock of sheep down the National Road and settled on the banks of the Muskingum River in Ohio.  There he married and raised a large family.