One day an English ship came near the island. Some sailors came to the beach in a boat with three prisoners. The prisoners were the captain and two of his men. The sailors wanted the ship for themselves. Friday and I helped the captain. We fought the bad sailors and took back the ship. The captain was very happy. He said, the ship is yours, sir. On the 19th of December, 1686, I left the island. I was there for twenty-eight years, two months and nineteen days. I took my goat-skin hat, my umbrella and my parrot, and Friday came with me. After many adventures I came home to England. My father and mother were dead, but I was home at last.