Robinson Crusoe Travel Writing Piece
The trip was going well having succeeded helping the captain and the two crewmembers regain control of the ship they had sailed in on and, through giving them our aid, earned me and my new dear friend Friday a seemingly safe journey back to England.  Although sadly it was just that, a “seemingly” safe journey for three days after we had set sail a mild dilemma confronted us, coming over the beautiful sunset on the horizon sailed a great fleet of small boats, cutting through the clear blue sea,  heading to attack our vessel, me and my new found friends.
Not at all liking the idea of my day’s wonderful journey being ruined by a large group of savages attacking the boat I thought it might be a better idea just to get Friday to try to talk to them, I would have gone myself but of course I wouldn’t know their language, but before he could even get a single word out to his kinsman they had shot a rain of arrows at him, cutting out the sun as they flew towards Friday and were buried into his chest. This was very unfortunate and quite saddening; Friday had been a great friend and a devout servant to me over my trip to the island. In quite a rage I ordered the captain to fire the ship’s guns on the fleet; this I felt would avenge Friday.
We buried the love
The trip was going so well and up until then had been one of my favourite reviews but this put a slight negative tilt onto the trip, but never the less still a very enjoyable voyage to a lovely island with a beautiful view of the coast, I cannot say anything bad about the environment, the sights were amazing and colourful and the smells enticing and delicious.