I was sad sometimes. I thought that living on this island alone was meaningless. I often walked along the beach. I knew that travelling by sea was a mistake. I knew that my friends were dead, and that I was the only one alive. I was thankful for that. I was also lucky to have all the things like food, guns and clothes. I couldn’t survive without these. Not even for a week.
I decided to make a big cross. I put it on the shore where I first touched the ground of the island. I wrote on it the date of my arrival – the 30th of September, 1659. I wanted to keep track of the time, so I made a small cut in the cross every day. The seventh cut was longer to mark the end of the week. The beginning of each month was also a longer cut.
Later, I discovered pens, ink, paper, compasses, maps and books in another box from the ship. There were two cats with me on the island. I took them from the ship. There was also a dog on our ship. It swam with me the very first time I went to the ship. It followed me everywhere after that. I was very happy to have these animals, but I only wished they could talk.
It took me a year to finish my small camp. It was very hard work. I was thinking about my situation. I had some dark thoughts. I decided to make a list of all the good and bad things that had happened to me.
First of all, I was sorry for myself. I was all alone on this island. I had little hope of ever going back to civilisation. On the other hand, I was alive and safe. I was alone on the island but I had things to eat. I didn’t have any good clothes, but I didn’t need any. The biggest problem was that I had no one to talk to, but I was safe and could take care of myself.
This list showed me that all bad things come with something good in them.