Chapter 27.
Can we get off the island?
We needed a boat if we were going to escape.
The two that I had built for my first boat still lay marooned on land in the middle of the forest would not work for such a long journey.
Friday, do you think you can help me build a boat like the one you saw four years ago?
I asked him one morning over breakfast.
"'Yes, I don't see why not,' he answered.
"'I'm not sure I know how, but I'm sure you can teach me, right, Robinson?'
"'Of course,' I said.
'With both of us working on it, we should be able to build a nice boat to take us back to your island'.
We chopped down trees.
We carved out planks.
We hollowed out the bottom.
We worked and worked.
Months passed while our boat slowly took shape.
We worked all the way through an entire dry season without stopping for even one day.
Once the boat was finished, it took all of our energy to inch it bit by bit into the water.
You had never seen two happier men the day the boat floated in the water for the first time.
Friday was confident we could use our paddles and row all the way to the mainland.
I had a better idea, though.
While Friday chopped down a large cedar tree to use as a mast, I sat and sewed together all the bits of canvas I had been saving over the years.
We put the mast in and set the sail up.
The boat was now ready for a trial run.
Friday and I boated around the harbor as I taught him how to sail.
Like everything else I had shown him how to do, he was a quick learner.
Soon Friday knew how to handle the boat almost as well as I did.
We then had to retire indoors for rainy season.
The boat needed to be protected from the weather.
We dug a small dock out of the earth near the creek.
Then we kept it dry by building a dam up around it and piling large full branches on top to make a roof.
Now all there was left to do was wait for better weather.
A total of 27 years had passed since I was shipwrecked on the island.
It was hard to believe that so much time had gone by.
I would sit for long periods of time and wonder how much life had changed back home.
Was my plantation still there?
Was my family still alive?
Did my brother ever come home?
These thoughts ran through my head like raindrops, and nothing but the sunshine could stop them.