My name is Peter Johnson Francisco.I was twenty-seven years old when I lived in England, in 1632. I lived with my mom and my father,I had two brothers: one died in war and the other I don't know where he is. I wanted to travel by ship,have a very adventurous and nice life... but my father didn't like the idea because he said that just poor and rich people make a voyage around the world and I was middle class. I didn't listen to him and I went with my friend,Crensh Bravo, to Jamaica,to visit his father.In the voyage, a big storm happened all night. When I got up on the other day the horizon was very beautiful.
On March 17th of 1632, a lot of different things happened to me.
After lunch, another storm happened and this time, I realised my dad was right when he said that God would not be pleased with me. I also realised that the storm could change a lot my next days.
And I was correct.
The ship sank and I fell into the water but a boat saved me when I was drowning. I fainted. I got up about 3 hours later, I was in an island, a big one.
On March 19th I had a big idea, I thought: "I needed something to be my calendar. I found a big piece of wood and I put it in the sand. I put a mark on the top of the wood that meant the day I was born and other marks that meant the days I were in the island.
On March 24th I found a way of getting food for myself. I found some bananas trees and apples trees. When I was hungry I took some bananas and apples.
On May 11th I started the construction of my new house and I thought: "If any animals attack me, I might die. Then, I need protection. I need walls, barracades and gun.
Once when I was walking around my island, I heard some strange noise. It was like a kind of cult. Cannibal's cult. They were preparing two men and then they would eat them. I decided to go back to my house and get my guns. When I got there again, I realized that one of the men had already been eaten. There were another man there. I started to shoot for everywhere. I saved the last man's life. He escaped and so did I.
After a while, at night, I was having dinner and I heard something. It was the man I saved. He was too strange. Then, I decided to call him Friday. I taught him english and I told him about God and Christianity, about my life in Britain, about my wife...
I got really surprised because Friday learned english in less than three months. For a native who had never spoken another language beside his dialect, he learned it fluently and in a incredible speed. We became best friends.
On September 12th the cannibals returned. But it was like they were in bigger group than before. I found more gunpowder in a barrel under my hut. It was like a new war beginning. They came with spears, knives and bows and arrows. It was easy to defeat the first ones but after defeating them, more came. It was a really bloody battle.
Friday was injured. I had to take care of him. Them we realized that more of them could come. We started to build a boat and two months later the boat was finished. We left the boat tied and we were prepared to sail on the following day.
But something happened and we were not ready for that. A giant storm came and the boat was not there when we woke up. We were lost in that huge island.
After a few weeks, we were heading for the next island, were Friday's family lived. They thought I was there looking for sclaves. They said they'd eat us. We couldn't do anything.
They were preparing us for lunch and then we've heard a gun noise. I was a very famous british capitain I've met before coming to the island. He killed all the people in that island, including Friday. I got back to Britain with my capitain.
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