Chapter 2.
My First Voyage.
About a year later, my father sent me into the town of Hull to run some errands for him.
Once there, I ran into John, an old school friend.
His father was the captain of a ship sailing to London.
"'You are a lucky devil,' I said to him.
"'All I want to do is become a sailor, but my parents won't let me.'
You're old enough to decide for yourself, Robinson.
Why do you care what they think?
I'll offer you a spot on my father's boat right now.
Why don't you just come with us?
Yes, I thought.
Here's my chance.
Okay, John.
Thank you.
I'd love to go.
My parents would be hurt, but I couldn't spend my life trying to make them happy.
I was finally going to become a sailor.
We left extremely early in the morning.
The sun had barely risen before we set sail.
The boat pitched this way and that way in the waves.
I became quite seasick.
On top of my upset stomach, I was scared to death.
The waves rowed high.
They crashed upon the sides of the boat.
Sometimes they spilled over onto the deck.
I lay on the hammock in my small cabin and felt miserable.
I cried and cried.
I felt guilty for leaving my mother and father the way I did.
They were good, kind parents who only wanted the best for me.
I had betrayed them.
This was my punishment.
The storm grew worse.
The waves rose higher.
I expected everyone to swallow us whole.
Each time the ship pitched forward over another huge wave, I thought it would never rise again.
If I ever survive, I said to myself that night.
I swear I'll go home to my mother and father and be a good person.
I'll be the best son.
By the next morning, the sea had calmed down.
It looked as smooth as glass.
My body no longer felt seasick.
The sun welcomed me to a bright, enjoyable day.
What a difference.
I went up on deck for the first time since we left Hull.
I saw John looking out over the horizon.
He said, You're feeling better.
I can't believe you were that scared of a little cat full of wind. careful, I snorted.
What a terrible storm.
John laughed.
That was nothing at all.
Just wait until you're out on the open seas.
Then you'll see what a storm is.
I laughed, too.
Well, I made it through anyway.
Serious or not, it was my first storm at sea.
Come on, Robinson, he said cheerily.
Let's go get some punch.
What fun I had that night.
I lost all my fears in a cup of punch and a rowdy good time.
Last night's promise to go home was promptly forgotten.
I no longer feared the sea would swallow me up whole.
I didn't want to go home.
It was a sailor's life for me.