My friend was right: there was a whole world to see. So I got on my friend is ship and we left for London.
It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The weather was fine when we left Hull, but after eight days it changed. We were near a port named Yarmouth when the blue sky was suddenly hidden by black clouds and a terrible storm began. I would never seen anything like it: the ship was out of control. I said to myself, “ You are insane, Robinson Crusoe! You should have listened to your father. Now you are going to die.” Still, afraid as I was, I was hoping I’d live. I promised myself that if I lived, I’d return to my parents and never go on another ship.