Truyen Robinson Crusoe Am Thanh Part 2

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<b>Daniel Defoe </b>

<i>refold by Elizabeth Gray </i>

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My father was right. I never had any luci<. at sea. T h e first
ship I sailed on sank in a storm. Pirates attacked the next one,
and I became a slave. I escaped from the pirates' ship, and a
friendly captain from Portugal took me with him to Brazil. In
Brazil, I made money and I bought some land. But something
made me go back to sea. Friends wanted me to sail to Guinea
to help them find slaves. I said yes, but only because I loved
sailing so much.

T h e day we left Brazil was a beautiful sunny day. T h e r e
weren't any clouds in the sky, and I could smell the salt from
the sea. I was very excited. T h e n I remembered something.

"What's the date today?"

"It's the first of September. Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I ...just don't like this day."

It was September 1st, 1659. I first left home on exactly the
same day only eight years ago. I felt that something bad was
going to happen to me.

For many days, the weather was perfect. T h e men sang on

board, and everyone was happy. Most of the men asked me
about slaves.

"How can you buy a slave?"

"You give coins, sugar, rum, generally small things, to the
leader of his tribe."

"And the slave leaves with you?"
"He has to."

"What about you, Crusoe? They say you have bad luck at
sea. Why did you leave Brazil? Maybe you'll die in a storm."

I didn't like this man. He only had one eye and very few
teeth. But I answered him.

"I thought of that. My friends in Brazil can take care of my
land. If I die, a friend in Portugal will take my money."

Soon after that, there was a storm. T h e sky was black and
there was a flash of lightning. Huge waves came over the side
of the ship. We were close to an island, so we got into a smaller
boat and tried to get to the shore. T h e waves were too big for
us.

"Keep her steady!"
"We can't hold her!"

"Look out, we're going under."

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<i><b>А</b></i> :•

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