In Lisbon I found the Portuguese captain, who took me in his ship ro Brazil, all those years ago. It was good to see him again, and he helped me with my business. Soon i was ready to go home again by land No more adventures and dangers by sea for me! It was a long, hard journey We had to cross the mountains between Spain and France in winter, and the snow was deep. Poor Friday was very afraid of the snow. In his country it was always hot, and he did not like cold weather. Back in England I found a house and began to live a quiet life. My two nephews came to live with me The younger one wanted to be a sailor, and so I found him a place on a ship. After a while I married, and had three children, two sons and a daughter. Then my wife died, and my nephew, who was now the captain of a ship, came home to see me. He knew that I did not reall like a quiet life.