When I came back to England, I felt like a stranger in the country. I went home to now York, but my father and mother were dead, and also my two brothers.
Back in England I found a house and began to live a quiet lift. My two nephews came to live with me.
I have a fine ship, uncle, he said. I’m going out to the East India, Malaya, the Philippines. Why don’t you come with me?
And so, in 1694, I went to sea again, and had many more adventures. Perhaps one day I’ll write another book about them.