(27 of september 2010)
My name is Wilson and I was born in 1872. I had two brothers. One was a soldier and was killed in battle in Sudan. And my other brother was captured by natives in Rodesia (nowadays: Zimbabwe).
I lived in London, but my mother was Spanish and my father, Lord Whitemore, was British.
I acompanied my father on business to San Francisco, in the USA. There I met some friends that wanted to go to Chile by ship.
(4 of october 2010)
My father told me not to go to Chile because travels by ship were dangerous and God would be angry with me. Unfortunaly, I disobeyed him. At that time, I thought that my father didn't want me to have fun, but now I realized that he was trying to protect me.
When we were travelling in the Pacific we got a very strong current that pulled us off route to West.
The captain told us that we were going to be all right and docked in Galapagos.
(1st of november 2010)
When we were half of the way, the ship hit and got stuck on a sand bank. One of the men in the crew told us more bad news: there was a leak in the ship. We all tried to get into the ship's raft. But then, a huge wave
hit it and many people drowned. I was the only survivor of the shipwreck. I stayed the rest of the day sleeping on a piece of wood and praying to God not to die.
The following day I woke up in a island. I saw the bodies of my friends and I tried to call them, but they had already died. I realised that I needed food and other things to continue living in the island before I got the hell out of here. So I had one good idea. Get many things as possible from the ship before it sinks.
(11th of november 2010)
So I did it. And after this I got food, drinks, gunpowder, clothes, gold coins, one dog, two cats and two Bibles.
I realized that I needed a place to sleep, so in two months I constructed a hut for myself in a hidden place of the island.
For about 25 years, some things happened:
- I made over my hut and I enclosured it.
- I built another hut in the middle of the island next to a plantation of raisins, orange, lemon and other fruits.
- I got food in the island by killing goats with my gun, but after some time I realized that it would be better if I breed them, so I made a fence to enclose them and now I don't need to hunt goats anymore.
- I became ill, but praying to God I was cured and after this day I began to read the Bible everyday and because of it I became an earnest christian.
(18th of november 2010)
- I learned how to make bread with the things that I had in the island.
- My crops growed up much more as I prayed to God, and I never felt hungry anymore.
- One day, I found a Spanish ship that was stuck next to some rocks, so I decided to go into it. When I got in I saw that it was full of gold, but why should I got it? So instead of getting the gold, I took guns, ammo, gunpowder and some piece of wood that weren't so rotten.
After this many years, one thing very important happened.
One Sunday, when I was walking in the beach and I saw a footprint in the sand. So I realized that it couldn't be my footprint. It was much bigger than mine.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. It was like a music. Then I got my gun and followed the path where the sound was coming from.
After some time I arrived in a place that was happening some kind of ritual with many persons there.
At that moment I realized that... it was a cannibal ritual.
I started to think about God. Then I took the choice that I should release the man that was going to be killed.
(19th of november 2010)
I took my gun and shot in the air saying: "Release him!"
All cannibals looked at me and went after me.
So I thought if they deserved to die or not.
One voice inside me said: "They are cannibals, they don't have human sense, they eat other humans!"
So I thought: "Yes... They deserve to die."
I started to shoot at them. I killed all the cannibals that were there and released the man who was the prisioner.
The man tried to eat the others but I shouted at him: "No!"
I saw that he couldn't understand me, so I pointed the gun at him. He stopped eat imediatly and started to kiss my feet and said something strange.
That was the first time I heard a man's voice that wasn't mine since I got on the island.
I called him Sunday.
For about 2 years after this I became friend of Sunday and taught him many things, like:
- English.
- How to make bread.
- That he must not eat human meat.
- The Catholicism
- How to make somethings with wood, like canoes
After this time period I thought: "I need to get out from here and go back to San Francisco." So I told it to Sunday and he decided that we should construct a ship.
And so we did for one year. After that we got food, guns, gunpowder and put on the ship.
So went to the sea.
A place where my father didn't wanted me to go.
So I looked at that island that I stayed for 28 years an thought that I would never see it again.
After 2 months, we arrived at San Francisco and started a new life with a fishing company.
And every day that I go to work I remember my life as a castaway and that was because of the sea that I was lost.
Because the sea is dangerous. The sea is full of surprises. The sea is my home.
The End
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