Eight days passed since they left when something unexpected happened.
Friday woke me up one morning and told me that they were back. I was so excited. From the top of the nearest hill, I saw a boat with a sail. The problem was that it was coming from a completely different direction. It was clear that these weren’t the people we were expecting.
I could also see a ship. By its construction, the ship seemed English and so did the boat.
I was confused. On one hand, I was happy to find fellow Englishmen after twenty-seven years on the island. On the other hand, I was concerned because the island was quite out of the way of any English ship. Also, there were no storms recently, so why were they here? The men were perhaps pirates or murderers and they were hiding on that boat.
All this made me very careful. Friday and I remained in hiding and watched them for a while. The boat approached to the beach and I counted eleven men. It wasn’t long before I realised that, in fact, they were all Englishmen.
Three of the men had hands and feet tied together. The eight other men took them to the beach. Two of the prisoners were calm, but the third one was trying to say something. He seemed scared and worried. He was begging the ones in the boat for something.
Seeing this, Friday turned to me and pointed out that it seemed that Englishmen were also eating fellow men.