Escape from the island I was now in my twenty-seventh year on the island, and did not want to be there for another year. We worked hard to get the corn in, and to make a lot of bread. We had dried fruit and salted meat, and big pots to keep water in. One evening Friday went out to look for a turtle for meat and eggs. But in less than an hour he was back, and he looked very afraid. Master! Master!" he cried. "There's a great ship near the island, and men are coming to the shore in a boat!