I prepared everything and went on board the ship the next day. However, as we were waiting for good weather, we stayed one more night before sailing away.
We left the beach the next day early in the morning, but then we saw two of the prisoners from the island. They swam to the ship and asked us to take them with us, or the others would kill them. We didn’t know if this was a good idea, but then we agreed to take them if they would be loyal to us.
After a while, we sent a boat with all things we promised to give to the prisoners. We gave them some guns and powder, as well as their personal things from the ship.
This was the last thing we did before we lost the island on the horizon. It was the 19th of December, 1686. It was twenty-eight years, two months and nineteen days since I was shipwrecked on the island. It was a strange coincidence that I saved myself from the Turkish pirates on that day many years ago.
Seven months later, in June, after a safe journey across the ocean, I set foot on the English soil again. After thirty five years.