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- Being the third son of a good family,

and not educated to any trade,

my head began to be filled early

with thoughts of leaving England to see the world.

And thus against the will, nay the commands of my father,

I broke loose and went to sea.

How true my father's prophecy of disaster.

For not long after, being in the latitude of 12 degrees,

18 minutes bound for Africa to buy Negro slaves

from my fellow planters in the Brazil's,

a violent tornado came upon us, which carried us Westward,

far out of the way of all human commerce.

My only possession, my only weapon.

I awoke refreshed, yet half perished with hunger.

Thirsty, without provisions, with little hope of survival,

I set out to survey my fate.

No other land in site.

I was on an island, imbarrened by the sea.

The wreck of our ship, stranded during the night.

Aye!

Aye!

She might slip from the rock.

I must contrive a raft,

and try to save our precious supplies.

I plundered from the wreck many chests with all manner

of clothes, tallow, rum, gunpowder, the carpenter's tools,

and scores of other most useful articles.

Not to forget that fellow survivor, Sam.

Gold. At what use to me?

However, on second thoughts.

Tinder, steal, flint, fire.

Fire! Worth more to me than all the gold in the world.

How often I'd seen my servants do this

Yet I, a master to servants,

couldn't even build my own fire.

Rex?

Rex. You're alive, you're alive too.

Oh, Rex.

What was that, Rex?

What is it?

She was gone.

That fearful sound had been the death cry of our poor ship.

I regretted all ironwork, cables,

and lead that had gone down with her.

Rats, the only things from the ship I did not want ashore.

No ship would sail by without my knowledge.

I kept dry branches ready to flame into a mighty beacon.

My days were hurried,

crowded with all manner of urgent tasks.

The most urgent of all was to secure myself

against both wild beasts and savages.

Meanwhile, the rains approached.

And needing a store room for all of my supplies.

I found a place where the earth was easiest,

and started to dig a cave.

As I had never before so much as handled an ax,

or for that matter, any other kind of tool,

I was but a very sorry workman.

And all this cost me a great deal of time.

I became a passible good shot, and with good cause.

For my constant, hard manual labor

gave me a most voracious appetite.

The green coconut and it's milk, I found to be

most wholesome, cool, and refreshing.

My eleventh month.

Days passed and hunting wild fowl, preparing food,

trips to my lookout hill to search for site of ships.

One day much like another, uneventful and.

I'm sick.

Chills.

Fever, getting worse.

Help. Help me!

In this sickened sleep, I had this terrible dream.

You're here, Father?

- Yes here. Here, here, here, here, here.

Not there, but here.

Where else would I be? Are you not here?

- How'd you get here?

- My boy, you should not leave your native country.

At my house, with your dear mother and me,

you had the very best of all possible worlds.

- Yes, yes. I remember all you told me.

You were right.

Give me water.

- I told you how well all off.

Days of misery, and labor, and hardship,

and mankind's low estate, nor yet embarrassed by

the pride, envy, luxury, and ambition of his upper state.

- Water, father. Give me water.

- Ours is the middle station of life, my boy.

The middle station, even Kings would have envied you.

Admit that now, admit it.

- Will you not help me?

I want water.

- Why did you fling yourself into this stupid adventure?

Did you not know that your mother and I were praying

that God would not separate us from you?

You were always wayward.

- Water. Bring me water.

- Your mother and I will forgive you.

But remember, God will not forgive you.

He will not forgive you.

You will die like a dog. You will die.

- I will die.

I will die.

I awoke week, yet clear of head.

Whether I had slept for one whole day

or more, I could never be certain.

But my first thought was for water.

Did not the Brazilians have some physic

to prevent recurrence of fevers?

Of course, tobacco mixed in rum.

In that chest I found a cure for both body and soul.

Come to me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver thee.

And thou shalt glorify me.

Yes it's true.

Only he can deliver me from this place.

I now respected the Sabbath,

and so marked that day differently from all others.

That's the last of it, Rex.

At times we denied this, staff of life.

I recalled a grass I had observed

to sprout and start to grow, grain.

That's which in England we called corn,

and in the new world they called wheat.

Some few seeds must have come ashore with me from the ship.

With the Lord's help, I could try to raise a crop.

Meanwhile, I set out to make

a more perfect discovery of my domain.

I found great amounts of cocoa, orange and lemon trees,

sugar cane, tobacco, and bananas.

I discovered the turtle, which furnishes

an abundance and savory flesh,

great quantities of most use for the shell.

And even turtle eggs.

Also that other sea beast, the octopus.

Which they say some people have the fortitude to eat.

Parrots, which were known to me.

And other birds, which were foreign.

Animals I did not recognize,

and those I did, goats.

It was a most unusually clear day.

Land.

Could I not hack out a canoe, sail to it?

I hued out a tiny sailing canoe,

was swept up to sea by some great current.

Thanks only to a sudden gail of wind,

was I even fortunate enough to get back on shore.

At other ventures, I was more successful.

Pretty Polly.

Here Polly, here Polly. On my finger, Polly.

Call Rex, Polly. Here Rex, come here Rex.

Tell me only this. Where did you find their father?

Do you know?

The one mystery of the island I never solved.

Due to sewing during dry season,

first half of seed complete loss.

Second half now in ground, hope for best.

Yet, just as it seemed the best would come to pass,

and I might finally triumph over the sun and the rain,

I was threatened by a new enemy, the birds.

They came down in my field like a plague,

a ruthless devouring army.

I fought for the wheat as though it were my life,

used every weapon to frighten and kill.

Hungry, Rex?

You can wag your tail.

But you cannot talk to me.

Five years.

The fifth anniversary of the day I landed.

Time to celebrate.

- Here, Rex. Here, Rex.

- I do.

I did.

This is a day.

A day.

What a day this is.

- Poor Robin.

- I have nothing further to say.

- My friends.

My old friends.

- Robin.

- Robin. - Robin.

- The best friend we had.

- I remember you all.

Hooray for friendship.

Hip hip, hooray!

Hip hip, hooray!

I hear they'll only take us dead.

They'll keep us together, stuck one to another.

Until there was Rexy.

- Colin, you're health.

Martin, to you.

To you, Campbell.

- At last, a full harvest.

Now it could be truly said, I worked for my bread.

Patty cake, patty cake, bakers.

Be patient, Rex.

Sing for your supper, Pol.

Unleavened, course, burnt.

The most delicious meal of my life.

I built a bar.

So that I fancied now, I was Lord of the whole manor,

and had my country house and my sea coast house too.

I perfected myself in own tasks,

and was forced to learn new ones.

In short, I learned to master everything in my island,

except myself.

For sometimes in the midst of my work,

the anguish of my soul and my loneliness

would break out upon me like a storm.

Escape.

No matter the dangers, I must do something

to escape this tomb, this prison.

My heart died within me.

Alone.

Alone.

Forever alone.

I was a prisoner,

locked up by the eternal bars and bullets of the ocean.

Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became years.

I quite gave up looking to sea for ships.

In time, my linen clothes rotted, my cats all ran wild.

My faithful dog, weakened by age,

could no longer keep up with the hunt he so dearly loved.

Rex. Rex.

What's wrong?

Rex?

Come on boy. Eat Rex, eat.

Poor Rex, poor boy.

Would like a tasty? A dove? A pigeon's eggs?

Now, you just wait there for me.

- Here, Rex. Here, Rex.

- Now truly alone, starved for the sound

of another voice, any voice.

I would rush to my valley of the echo.

The Lord

- The Lord

- is my shepherd.

- is my shepherd. Is my shepherd.

- I shall not want.

- I shall not want. I shall not want.

- He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

- Green pastures.

- He leadeth me

- He leadeth me. He leadeth me.

- beside still waters.

- Still waters. Still waters.

- He restoreth

- my soul.

- my soul. My soul.

- My soul!

- My soul! My soul! My soul!

- Dreadful fancies possessed my mind.

I fought to save my sanity.

Lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

Green pastures.

Green pasture.

Scriptures came meaningless to my eyes.

The world seemed but a whirling ball,

it's oceans and continents a green scum.

And myself of no purpose, and no meaning.

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Had anyone in England met such an odd creature

as I was in my eighteenth year of solitude,

it must either have frightened them,

or caused a great deal of laughter.

My little friends.

I don't know what to call you,

but you are my little friends aren't you?

Just, you wait there in your homes, and I'll feed you.

You're hungry too, aren't you?

Here's a morsel for you.

Go on, get him. Get him, get him, get him.

There.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Condemned to all those years of loneliness, now trembling

at the very apprehension of seeing another human.

How mad men are, possessed by fear.

I even scattered my pinned cattle,

so they would not betray my presence.

- Hello, Robin. Hello, Robin.

Man eaters.

From that very land I had once thought to sail to.

Revolted, horrified.

All that night I observed the cannibals

at their ghastly entertainment.

They left on the morning tide,

but how soon the tide would bring them back.

How many times have they come and gone while I,

unknowing, was on my side of the island.

I was in a murdering humor.

I even thought to lure them to my castle,

and from ambush slaughter 20 or 30 of the naked wretches.

I knew no peace for months and months.

100 times I was just about to let fly at them in my sleep.

I contrived what I called my bomb.

Now I had my bomb. I had a vision.

I imagined how easily I might set a trap,

and these monsters might be destroyed.

After passion, hatred, I realized I had no evidence

and right to be judge and executioner

on these people who had done me no injury.

I would leave them to God's justice.

I would not interfere with them,

unless they attacked me first.

I moved about my island with the greatest of caution,

never knowing when their attack might come.

They had two victims.

While they strung one up for slaughter,

I saw that the second tried to make his escape.

Here, here.

Stop.

No no, no no no. Here, here, here here.

Up, up, up now.

Up, up. I shall not harm you.

Here, up up. Here, up, up.

Him, him, you, underground. Underground, out of sight.

Him him.

Him.

Him under.

Here here, up, up. Up, up.

What is your name?

What is your name?

Your name? Name?

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

Come here. Come here.

Come here!

You Friday.

You Friday, Friday.

- Friday.

- No, Friday.

- Friday

- Master. Master.

- Master.

- Friday, Master friends.

- Friends.

Eat.

Eat.

No, no eat man. Wrong, wrong.

Friday, this good. Eat.

I dare not sleep.

If the cannibals failed to come at me

before morning, he might.

The cannibals had departed, fortunately for me,

without so much as a search for their missing companions.

I would not let him handle any weapon.

I used my musket to ensure

his continued fear and respect of me.

I put a strong door to my cave,

so he could not take me unawares at night.

How reassuring it was to see him eat the flesh of animals,

knowing that the only source for that other meat

he so relished, would be myself.

- Master!

- Someday, if you're good, I'll teach you to smoke.

How pleasant it was,

once more to have a servant.

Friday, what's this?

- Milk.

- And this?

- Bread.

- No no, Friday. Use a fork.

Friday, what's this?

- Plate.

- This Friday?

- Meat.

- Good Friday. Very good.

What do you see?

- Inside black line.

- Is your land, your nation.

- Inside?

- No, there.

But with this, it appears near.

There is your nation, your people.

- Oh, happy. There see my nation, my people.

- Why do you always come hither, to this island?

God said only good place. Have to kill here.

- And you would like to go back to your nation?

- Yes, oh yes. Like go back, Friday.

Friday happy there, see my people.

- I understand.

Suppose a horde of his countrymen were to visit the island?

Would he not, forgetting all obligation to me,

either return with them to his native country,

or worse still, lead them to plunder my precious possessions

and even join in the feast upon myself?

Friday!

Why are you here Friday? What do you want?

- Smoke good for Master, good for Friday.

- Go. If you want something again, ask me first.

Had he truly remembered my promise that he might smoke?

No, I could not trust him through another night.

You can go to bed now.

- Not finish work.

- Did you hear me? Go to bed!

So long ago, I had intended these for slaves.

Sit up.

Give me your ankles, your legs.

- Why you tie Friday?

- I'm your master, I shall do as pleases me.

You forced me to this.

Now at least I can sleep.

- Take off quickly. Friday foot, kills.

You have decided.

Did you want to tell me the other day you want to go away?

Go back to your own nation?

That you want to go back to your people?

- Yes, go with you. Only with you.

- They'd kill me.

- I tell you save life, you friend.

- They'd still kill me.

- No, no kill. My people obey Friday.

Friday love Master always.

- Friday, sit down.

I cannot hold you here by force.

Perhaps it will be better if you go back.

- You take.

Kill Friday.

- What must I kill you for?

- Take, kill Friday. No send Friday away.

- Friday.

Friday?

Forgive me, Friday, forgive me.

I want you to be my friend.

I will never leave here.

But if you want to go, do so.

- Friday, over there. Wild pigs.

How wrong I had been.

Friday was as loyal a friend has ever man could want.

With his many different skills,

he enrichened my life on the island.

We found that two working together,

could do far more than two working separately.

Friday?

You like?

You know what it is?

- Beautiful. Beautiful present from that.

- That I saved from the devil.

No no, you would not understand Friday.

Will Master give Friday one, two, three?

- You take them all, amuse yourself.

If you get tired of them, throw them into the sea.

- Master! Look at Friday!

Beautiful call for war.

- Take that off.

These were the happiest years

of all the life I led in my island.

Sit down Friday.

So you understand, Friday?

The Devil is God's enemy in the hearts of men.

He uses all his malice and skill

to destroy the kingdom of Christ.

- But Master say God is so strong, so great.

Is he not much more strong as Devil?

- Yes, yes Friday. God is stronger than the Devil.

He is above the Devil, therefore we pray to God.

- But if God is much more strong as Devil,

why God not kill Devil, so make him no more wicked?

- What say Friday? What say?

- If God be most strong, why he not kill Devil, kill sin?

- Well, you see Friday.

Without the Devil, there'd be no temptation, and no sin.

The devil must be there for us to have

a chance to choose sin or resist it.

- Is God, let Devil tempt us?

- Yes.

- Then why God mad, when we sin?

- You understand, don't you Pols?

Friday can't get these things into his head.

You understand, don't you?

28 years on the island.

The desire to escape still burned within me.

And now, counting on Friday's skill and knowledge,

I contemplated the manufacturer of a craft

large enough to carry us to the Spanish country,

which Friday told me laid to the North.

We devoted weeks to selecting a proper tree.

This would be my last chance

to see my native England before I died.

Where'd he come from?

- There.

- Better get out of sight. There must be others.

- Master, Master.

- Look.

Come on.

Now rehearsal, for the last time.

There they are, here we are behind the fence.

Now we'll see.

Boom.

- Boom.

- Boom.

- No no no, no tinder, no tinder.

- White men, like Master. Friends?

- Come on.

Move now.

Fernandez, tie them to those trees.

We'll come back for you when we've got water for the ship.

- White men eat prisoners too?

- Eat them? No, Friday.

But murder them? Yes.

- Move now.

- Rope, Master, the rope.

- In spite of my appearance,

I'm not something that lives in trees.

I'm a man.

- Captain Oberzo.

- Now we can talk.

- But to whom do I speak?

Who are you? Where have you come from?

- What is your case? Tell me.

- Mutiny, sir. Engineered by my mate.

Aided by those you saw him lead ashore.

My boatmen here, and most of those aboard are loyal.

- It's the mutineers or control the firearms, sir.

- And your ship?

- As fine as ever bore a sail.

Beyond the reef, waiting only for the next tide.

- They anchored here to take on water,

and abandon us when they surprised and killed the savages.

- Fernandez?

- Should they return to the ship, we are lost.

- If we prevent their return, think it would possible,

armed of course, to reassert your command?

- Nothing could prevent me.

On two conditions then.

- Agreed.

- First while you are upon this island,

you will be governed by my orders.

- Accepted.

- Second, if we recover your ship,

you will carry me, and my man, to England passage free.

- Where your home in China, India,

three times around the world.

- Fernandez?

Fernandez?

- Your mate?

- Yes, leader of the mutiny.

- Fernandez?

- They're going to escape.

- Unless I've forgotten the ways of civilization, Captain,

they'll not be putting back yet.

- Heave.

- Hey, what's that?

Wait.

Gold.

Where'd you find this?

There?

Let's get it. Take your arms.

Which way?

Come on.

You, take a look.

- There's nobody here.

- Over we go.

- Drop arms!

In the name of the Governor of this island, drop arms!

Throw arms, or I blow your head off.

No. Was I that young?

- Master.

The boat's arrived. The captain is waiting.

- Thank you, Friday.

I didn't expect it yet.

The proof of the pudding.

So that people cannot say that Crusoe's mad.

Here's a present for our friends outside.

- You commanded the captain to punish us

harshly for our sins, did you not, Governor?

- Nothing of the sort.

I asked the captain to grant your request to remain here,

rather than return to the gallows.

You've started ill.

But you'll live to regret your sacrilegious waste.

I have here, instructions for you.

Time of planting, care of livestock,

places of concealment of weapons and powder.

Information also as to the savages

who do on occasion visit this place.

Whether or not you learn the lessons I have learned,

and survive, I cannot foresee.

But you have something, which I for years did not have.

Something for which I wept,

for which my could shriveled and starved.

You have others of your own kind, you have companions.

You have man.

You can sever the ropes that bind you.

It should cost you an hour of painful work.

By then we shall have set sail.

From what you saw today, Friday, are you not a little

afraid of coming back with me to civilization?

- If Master is not, Friday is not.

- And thus I left the island,

after I had been upon it eight and 20 years,

two months, and 19 days.