Slowly and carefully I went back to the shore. It was difficult to stop my things from
falling into the sea, but in the end I got everything on the shore. Now I needed
somewhere to keep my things. There were some hills around me, so I decided to
build myself a little house on one of them. I walked to the top of the highest
hill and looked down. I was very unhappy because I was then that I was on an
island. There were two smaller islands a few miles away, and after that, only
the sea. Just the sea, from mile after mile after mile.
After a time I found a little cave in the side of a hill. In front of it there was a good place to make a
home. So I used the ship’s sails, rope and pieces of wood, and after a lot of
hard work I had a very fine tent. The cave at the back of my tent was a good
place to keep my food, and so I called it my ‘kitchen’. That night I went to
sleep in my new home. The next day I thought about the possible dangers on the
island. Were there wild animals and perhaps wild people too, on my island? I
didn’t know, but I was very afraid. So I decided to build a very strong fence.
I cut down young trees and put them in the ground, in a half-circle around the
front of my tent. I used many of the ship’s ropes too, and in the end my fence
was as strong as a stone wall. Nobody could get over it, through it or round it.
Making tents and building fences is hard work. I needed many tools to help me.
So I decided to go back to the ship again and get some more things. I went back
twelve times, but soon after my twelfth visit there was another terrible storm.
