When I was on the ship sailing back to England, I remembered why I love sailing so much.

I love the sound of the waves and the smell of the salt in the air. It made me feel like I was in a dream. Suddenly, I heard the captain's voice next to me: "Mr Crusoe, I want to talk to you about the native we have on board. People are not very friendly towards natives in Europe." I realised that living on the island made me forget what life was like in Europe. "Perhaps we can leave him with his people on another nearby island." "I'll be happy to do anything you want, Mr Crusoe." Friday sat alone at the front of the ship. I went and sat with him. "Friday, life in Europe is very different. Maybe you should stay here with your own people." "My people are always fighting, Master Robinson. They wanted to kill me. They will want to kill me again. No, I want to stay with you. You are my friend now." I never saw how the natives lived on their islands but I had a clear picture of it in my head. I closed my eyes and I saw the natives, men and women. I saw their houses made from trees and leaves. The boat moved slowly through the water. I thought and I thought. Then, the boat stopped. "We're here, Mr Crusoe."

I looked up and some of the captain's men held Friday bythe arms. "Master Robinson, don't leave me behind." "I think it's better this way, Friday." I said one thing, but I felt another. The captain's men took Friday to the beach of an island. I went with them. Suddenly, there were natives everywhere. They captured us. Now, I thought, my life will end. Friday spoke to them in his language. He told us there was a way for us to leave. The natives wanted to see a fight to the death between Friday and me. "But I can't." "Go on, Crusoe. We will all die if you don't do it." Friday said nothing. They made a large circle in the sand on the beach. Friday and I had to stay inside that circle and fight until one of us killed the other. We each had a knife and a spear. 'I

can't,' I thought. But Friday looked very serious. It was impossible for me to hurt him. I felt it all over my body, "I can't! I can't!" My own voice woke me up. Friday was next to me. We were still on the ship. "What happened, Master Robinson?" "I had a dream, a terrible dream." That dream meant a lot to me. Friday's friendship was more important to me than anything in this world. Friday and I sailed back to Lisbon. I found my old friend, the captain. He told me I could get a lot of money if I sold my land. I sold it, and I went back to England to see my parents. They were dead now, and that made me very sad. But now I knew many important things about life. My parents were right. I was not lucky at sea, and after all the years away from home, I realised that. Life is strange sometimes. It has its own way of teaching us what we need to learn.