Eight days after they had left, Friday ran back to me and shouted that a boat was on the beach and that there were eleven men but no sign of Friday's father. Three of men appeared to be prisoners. They looked like they were Englishmen. The afternoon was very hot so the group went under some trees to rest but the prisoners did not sleep. I crept up to the prisoners and told them not to worry, I could help them and maybe they could help me. One of them told me that he had been the captain of a ship until the nearby group had sized his ship and were holding them as prisoners. He said that only two of the mutineers were really bad and that the others were just following them.