Still, I wanted to remain safe. I made another wall around my house and I left holes through which I could easily fire guns if attacked. In two years’ time I had such a strongly fortified house surrounded with walls and thick trees that no one could come near me.
I was also worried about my goats. I divided the animals and built a smaller fence in another part of the island. It took me lots of time and effort, but my animals were safe.
It was now two years since the footprint on the beach. One day, as I was walking towards the shore, I thought that I saw a boat. I wasn’t sure, so I just continued walking. It was then that I came across something terrifying. The whole beach was covered with human remains. Skulls, hands and feet were all over the place and there was a black circle after a fire. I was sick and I threw up.
Terrified and disgusted, I went back home to think about what to do. I decided not to go out to sea with my boat because the cannibals could capture me. I also stopped firing guns because the sound could give me away, but I always had pistols and guns for protection with me.