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. 'Whatwill happen to me now, alone on this island withoutfriends? 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 andstrong. But I knew that my island was somewhere off thecoast of South America. Ships did not often come downthis coast, and I said to myself, 'I'm going to be on thisisland for a long time.' So, on a long piece of wood, I cutthese words:
I CAME HERE ON 30TH SEPTEMBER 1659
After that, I decided to make a cut for each day