My good friend Friday came with me, of course, but e left the mutineers on the island. We decided not to kill them; they could begin a new life on the island. I showed them my three houses, my cornfields and my goats, and all my tools. Their life would be easy because of all my hard work for so many years. And so, on the nineteenth of December 1686 after twenty-seven years, two months and nineteen days I said goodbye to my island and sailed home to England.