It crossed my mind that these might be the sailors from the ship I had seen crash on the rocks a few years ago. They might have saved themselves in a boat because I did not find one when I went on board to look for remains.
I asked Friday to tell me more about them. He assured me that they were well and had been living with his people for four years.
One day Friday and I were on top of a hill. The weather was nice and the sky was clear so we could see quite far. Suddenly Friday began jumping and dancing. When I asked him about the reason he said he could see his land from here. I could see on his face he was excited to see home. This made me devise a new plan in my head.
At first I thought that if Friday returns to his people he would forget everything I had taught him and he would betray me. Then his people would come here and eat me. I got jealous and afraid, but with every action Friday was convincing me he was a loyal and sincere friend to me. He told me his nation had learned a lot from the white men and that if we built a canoe and went to his home island, he would tell his people how I had saved his life and had taken good care of him.
It was clear he wanted us both to go there and when I indicated that perhaps it would be better if he went alone, he took a hatchet and asked me to kill him rather than send him away from me.
This encouraged me and since I wanted to meet the Europeans I thought we could go to the other side of the island. There I showed Friday my boat but he said it was too small for the two of us. Then I brought him to see the first one I had made. It was the boat that was so big that I could not move it. By now it had dried up and was getting rotten, but Friday approved of its size and found it suitable for the voyage.
Soon we started building the canoe we needed. We chose and cut a big tree and I showed him how to cut the inside so as to form a boat. It took us a month to do this and two weeks more to drag it to the beach.