The storm and the shipwreck I stayed in Brazil and worked hard for some years By then was rich but also bored. One day some friends came to me and said, "We're going to Africa to do business. Why don't you come with us? We'll all be rich after this journey!' How stupid I was! I had an easy, comfortable life in Brazil, but, of course, I agreed. And s in 1659, went to sea again. At first, all went well, but then there was a terrible storm. For twelve days the wind and the rain didn't stop. We lost three men in the sea, and soon the ship had holes in its sides. "We're all going to die this time," I said to