The man was shaking with fear, so I asked Friday to come and talk to him. I gave the prisoner some rum and Friday told him that we saved him from the hands of the cannibals.
I was surprised to see Friday cry, then laugh and kiss the man. My friend jumped and began dancing around, moving his hands and beating his face. Then he cried and laughed at the same time, so it was a while before I could make him talk to me. When the excitement was over, Friday told me that the prisoner was his father.
It brought tears to my eyes to see the son’s love for his father.
Friday returned to the boat and held his father’s head to his chest. Then he rubbed his father’s hands and feet with his hands to warm him up. I gave him some rum to rub in and Friday’s father was soon feeling much better.
This happy incident delayed us and the cannibals were already gone. They were almost out of sight by now. It all turned out well, because two hours later a terrible storm appeared in the area where they were heading and it continued the whole night. I don’t think that the survivors made it to their island.