Friday’s log 1 (From the discovered notes of Friday the savage)
Not long ago I was sure I would die. I am a brave warrior. I was outnumbered and ambushed. And my comrade and I were taken across the water. The enemy tie us up and are going to eat us. They kill my comrade. I do not want to die. I break free and run down the beach. I am scared, but my feet keep moving. My enemies chase me down the beach. I do not know if I will escape. I am weak from fighting and struggling.
From the tress appears the warrior king. He kills my enemies with his eyes. Next he turns to me. I am afraid he will kill me too. I bow on the sand and kiss his feet. I hope he will let me live. I am not afraid to die in fight. I do not want to die now. I do not know what is different.
The warrior king does not kill me. I still do not look at him. Then I get brave. I look at his face and do not die. He lets me live. He uses his hands to talk. He tells me to follow him. I do. I follow him to his camp. He has many things. He gives me things and shows me to eat it. I eat. I am very tired. I sleep on the ground.
