Everyone in the boat rowed as hard as they could.
Eventually, we landed at Yarmouth. There were many people
on the shore,3 waiting to help shipwrecked4 sailors, and they
gave us a place to stay. Aft er two or three days in Yarmouth I
saw my friend again and he introduced me to his father, who
asked me how I was.
I said, ‘I’m better now, thank you. I was really frightened
in the storm, but I’d never been to sea before. I’m sure it will
be better in the future.’
My friend’s father looked at me strangely. ‘That was your
first time at sea?’ he asked me.
‘Yes, it was’ I replied.
My friend’s father looked very serious. ‘I’m sorry,
Robinson, but you must never go to sea again. Stay on land,
he said. ‘There is something about you that’s unlucky.
In years to come I would often remember his words.