visit there was another terrible storm. The next morning, when I looked out to sea, there was no ship. When I saw that, I was very unhappy Why am I alive, and why are all my friends dead?' I asked myself. will happen to me now, alone on this island without friends? How can I ever escape from it?' Then I told myself that I was lucky -lucky to be alive, lucky to have food and tools, lucky to be young and strong. But knew that my island was somewhere off the coast of South America. Ships did not often come down this coast, and I said to myself, 'I'm going to be on this island for a long time.' So, on a long piece of wood,Icut these words: I CAME HERE ON 30TH SEPTEMBER 1659 After that, I decided to make a cut for each day.