I knew I should come to regret my harsh words.
Whether Friday was the better for our meeting...
I do not know, but I had good cause...
to think Providence was sending him to serve me.
And so, I'm alone again.
I manage well enough without him.
I eat well enough, I live tolerably well...
but I find I begin to miss him as a companion.
It's been severaI weeks now.
Our paths cross from time to time...
but we do not speak, do not communicate.
In my studies of history...
I had chronicled the religious wars...
that have plagued mankind since the beginning of time...
and how sad, I thought...
that in this universe of two...
religion had now put us at our own war.
Yet something had to be done.
Friday!
We can't carry on like this. It's silly...
the two of us on the same bloody island...
not talking to each other...
not sharing what we have.
I'm sorry for all the things I said...
everything I did.
I was angry.
I apologize.
I want you to come back.
Good fish.
Eat.
There she goes.
That's it. Come on, come on.
That's it. Come on.
So now we were three...
and I heard once again the sound of human laughter...
his and mine.
Come on.
Ha ha!
That's it.
There you go.
Go sideways.
Sideways.
Go in the water yourself. They'll go with you.
Let's get the big one. Yours is bigger.
Winner.
I had not forgotten who it was...
that had brought Friday to my island...
nor the likelihood of their return.
The Nemurs, it seemed, were the dominant tribe...
on Friday's island...
and Friday had been offered by his own people...
as a tribute to these savages.
Powder...
gunpowder.
This is it.
Power.
This is what the Nemurs come for?
This must be powerfuI.
Oh, make great warriors.
Then we'll come back.
And so I determined to be ready for them.
Like hunters setting traps for animals...
we prepared our welcome.
I explained to Friday...
that this particular white man's magic...
would ensure that our enemies...
go to meet their god Pokya...
rather sooner than they anticipated.
Skipper!
O dear Lord...
I thank you for the time I shared...
with this faithful creature.
He was my friend.
Skipper goes to Crusoe's heaven?
Dogs don't have souls, Friday.
Only people have mortal souls.
Only people go to heaven.
Too bad.
Good dog.
Aye.
Friday ask Pokya...
to look after dog's spirit.
Pokya!
Pokya-ay!
The lessons of humility...
do not come easily to a stubborn souI.
Pokya!
Once I had thought mine was the only true path.
Pokya!
Now I was no longer sure.
Pokya-ay!
The Nemurs will come back.
With new moon...
many, many warriors will come.
Want your magic.
Mmm. Well, we can't fight them all.
We could build a boat.
Go away. Go to your island.
No.
We cannot go to my island.
Why not?
Cannot go. Can never go.
I am a dead man.
This island of dead people.
Aye. Well, we will be if we stay here.
We build boat.
You go to your island.
Mmm. If only I could.
My island's on the other side of the world...
many, many moons away.
What name your island?
Britain...
Great Britain.
Brittany.
Yes. New Brittany.
You know Britain?
Not so long...
one moon, maybe.
You mean New Britain?
New Brittany.
Right name, Oamockapeet.
White men call it New Brittany.
Have you seen white men before me?
My father told me about white men long ago.
Not good.
White man, he take much everything...
not give back.
Take land, take people...
Tonga people.
Make people slaves.
You're not white man, Master.
You're a good man.
But if your island is close to New Britain...
we could build a boat, and we could go there.
I cannot.
Do not ask me, Master.
My name is not Master!
My name is Robinson Crusoe.
Rob...
Robina Crus...
Crusoe, aye.
What name is Master?
White man.
I am slave to you?
No.
It was a mistake.
I'm not your slave!
No.
No, you're not my slave.
We are friends, and we can live as friends...
but we can build a boat.
We can build a boat and leave this place!
You're going to build it!
You gave life.
I cannot kill you...
but I will kill myself!
Then stay on this island and die...
but I will build a boat...
and I will live!
So, my stupid arrogance...
had lost me my dear companion for a second time...
and I was alone again.
If what Friday said was true...
I was less than one month's traveI from New Britain...
one of His Majesty's colonies...
off the coast of New Guinea.
But my time was short.
I had to leave before the next full moon...
and the typhoon season would soon be here.
I knew I would have to leave soon...
or miss my chance...
if I had not already done so.
How I regretted my thoughtless words.
The chances were...
that I would never see my friend again.
I am not slave!
I know, Friday!
You're my friend!
I tell you my spirit name.
Only spirit, me, and Tonga big men know.
Why are you telling me this?
Crusoe gave life.
Not say more.
Give power of bird.
Fly safe to landing.
Quickly!
Fearing that this might be a tempest...
as violent as that which cast me on the island...
we brought our livestock...
to what shelter we could devise.
We waited together to brave the storm...
which, indeed, proved more fearsome...
than any before.
No time to build new boat.
Moon nearly big.
Nemurs come... many, many warriors.
Yeah, well, there's no place to hide.
We'll have to fight them.
We may die.
Dying not important. All men die.
What matters is how you die.
Then we'll die like warriors.
At the time of the last full moon...
I knew that severaI of the Nemur warriors...
had escaped our trap...
so this time...
the enemy would know we were there.
Our only ally would be our ingenuity...
and what gunpowder remained to us.
Our Father, who art in heaven...
hallowed be Thy name.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Forgive us our trespasses...
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation...
but deliver us from eviI...
for thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory...
forever and ever.
Amen.
Ahh!
Ohh!
Aah!
Uhh!
Aah!
Uhh.
Ohh! Unh!
Uhh!
Uhh. Uhh.
I do not know how long I had lain there...
while Friday ministered to me.
I felt little pain...
but a coldness spread through every limb.
No, no, no, no.
Uhh.
I don't want to die here.
Will you stay with me until...
please, huh?
Then go back to your own people.
Cannot go...can never go.
You must.
Friday is a dead man.
I cannot go back from here.
I am dead to my people.
I am tanwuan.
This island of dead men.
No one ever leave.
I don't want to die here.
Because he was offered up for sacrifice...
Friday was considered dead to his own people...
In many ways, a fate worse than death...
as he could never again be accepted...
amongst his own tribe.
Ironically, this dead man...
was my only chance for life.
Friday.
Mary.
Huh?
Robin.
Ha ha!
Mary.
Mary. Mary.
Mary, Mary, Mary.
No, no. No, no, no.
No, no.
You live.
No.
Friday take care of you.
No.
Unh!
Aah!
Friday...
take you home.
Aye, home.
Having neither the provisions...
Nor, in my case, the strength...
to aim our sails for New Britain...
Friday and I set out for his nearby island.
While Friday believed...
his people could cure me of my ills...
his own fate was far less certain.
I could not count the days we were on the sea.
With God's grace...
we encountered only fair winds.
And with Friday as our guide...
we sailed safely to his island home.
Friday!
You'll be better.
She has magic leaves.
Ohh.
Thank you.
Your wife?
Netwuana.
Was my wife.
They think I dead when Nemurs take me.
Not come back. She marry a new man.
Ptt.
Nabo.
Am I an evil spirit?
They think you are a slave trader.
Ohh.
Many times, white men come...
and take many warriors... many young men for slave.
Take my son.
Oh, Friday.
They think I bring you here...
to make them slaves.
Ohh.
If I'm an evil spirit...
why does she help me?
You sick man.
Not good to kill sick man.
Bad mana.
He prays to the gods.
Aye.
What are they saying?
We fight. One of us die.
If I kill you...
I can stay.
If you kill me, you can go.
I cannot kill you.
I will not kill you.
- I am a dead man. - Ohh!
No wife, no man-child.
It's better to die like warrior.
I will not fight you.
You must...
or they kill both of us.
Yaah!
Uhh!
I cannot do this!
Ohh!
Almighty God...
welcome me to paradise, if I am worthy.
Kill me and live.
I cannot kill friend.
Do it!
Do it.
Aah!
Come on.
Go ahead.
This way. Come on.
Ohh! Ohh! Ow!
Come away, me hearty.
These savages can't harm you now.
No!
And so, fate had saved...
her harshest trick till last.
Just as a dueI had caused me to flee my native land...
so, too, did a battle between friends...
bring about my return.
I was to owe my freedom...
to the men who had killed my friend...
who had ravished his people and his family.
Come on, come on, mate.
The slavers nursed me back to health...
and then put me ashore at Lisbon.
There, I was taken aboard a merchantman.
6 years after my departure from Scotland...
I came home.
It was he who gave you the journal.
Yes.
Robert, I...I must write this.
You miss him, don't you?
He saved my life.
He brought you back to me.
A wiser man?
Mmm.
Perhaps.
Ohh.
And so, Mary and I settled down to marriage...
and a family of our own.
We were blessed with happiness and prosperity...
but...
for the rest of my days...
I would think often and long...
of the man who'd given me the greatest gift of all...
my life...
when I'd all but lost it...
and his friendship...
unto death.