At first the voyage was very easy and I expected to be home soon. Then, when I got to the east of the island, the wind got much stronger and the sea was so powerful that it was difficult to move the boat in the boat in the right direction. The boat was moving away from land and I couldn't stop it. I was scared and wished I'd never left the beach. I thought I was going to disappear into the ocean and die there. At that moment my six years on the island seemed very happy.