Now I had an opportunity to look at him. He was young and strong. He must have been around 26. He had long black hair, fine skin and pleasant face.
I left him sleeping and went outside to milk the goats. Half an hour later he came out refreshed and again made gestures to me to express his gratitude. He put my foot on his head to show his submission to me. In return I showed him I was very pleased with him.
I began speaking to him. I named him Friday after the day when I saved his life and I instructed him to call me ‘Master’. I told him my name and I taught him ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Then I drank some milk and soaked my bread in it, before giving it to him. He followed my example and did the same.
We remained in the cave that night, but the next day I made him follow me outside. Using gestures I told him I would give him some clothes, because he was naked. As we were passing the beach he showed me where he had buried the two savages. He made signs to me to help him dig them out and eat them.
This suggestion angered me immensely. I gestured to him that he should forget about this and follow me instead. I was determined he would not have anything to do with them at all, so he quickly resigned and we walked away.
We went on top of the hill and through my telescope I saw that the canoes were gone and we were alone on the island. I wanted to be sure so I gave Friday a sword and the bow and arrows we had taken from one of the savages and we made for the beach.
My heart sunk when I saw what had remained of the feast. There were human bones scattered all around, pieces of flesh here and there and the sand was red with blood. I counted three skulls, five hands, several feet and lots of other body parts which chilled my blood.