When I saw the boat arrive on the shore,I was pleased I'd listened to the voice in my head. There were eleven sailors on the boat and they were English,but three of them were silent. They looked like men who knew they were they were going to die.
"See, Master", Friday whispered to me, "Englishmen also eat their prisoners.
"No,no," I replied. "they might murder their prisoners,but I don't think they'll eat them.