Before I begin my story，I would like to tell you a little about myself.

I was born in the year 1632，in the city of York in the north of England. My father was German，but he came to live and work in England. Soon after that，he married my mother，who was English. Her family name was Robinson，so，when I was born，they called me Robinson，after her.

My father did well in his business and I went to a good school. He wanted me to get a good job and live a quiet，com-fortable life. But I didn't want that. I wanted adventure and an exciting life.

‘I want to be a sailor and go to sea，’I told my mother and father. They were very unhappy about this.

‘Please don't go，’my father said. ‘You won't be happy，you know. Sailors have a difficult and dangerous life. ’And be－cause I loved him，and he was unhappy，I tried to forget about the sea.

But I couldn't forget，and about a year later，I saw a friend in town. His father had a ship，and my friend said to me，‘We’re sailing¹ to London tomorrow. Why don't you come with us？’

And so，on September 1st，1651，I went to Hull，and the next day we sailed for London.

But，a few days later，there was a strong wind. The sea was rough² and dangerous，and the ship went up and down，up and down. I was very ill，and very afraid.

‘Oh，I don't want to die！’I cried. ‘I want to live！If I live，I'll go home and never go to sea again！’

The next day the wind dropped，and the sea was quiet and be autiful again.

‘Well，Bob，’my friend laughed. ‘How do you feel now？The wind wasn't too bad. ’

‘What！’I cried. ‘It was a terrible storm. ’

‘Oh，that wasn't a storm，’my friend answered. ‘Just a lit－tle wind. Forget it. Come and have a drink. ’

After a few drinks with my friend，I felt better. I forgot about the danger and decided³ not to go home. I didn't want my friends and family to laugh at me！

I stayed in London for some time，but I still wanted to go to sea. So，when the captain of a ship asked me to go with him to Guinea in Africa，I agreed. And so I went to sea for the second time.

It was a good ship and everything went well at first，but I was very ill again. Then，when we were near the Canary Is-lands，a Turkish pirate⁴ ship came after us. They were famous thieves of the sea at that time. There was a long，hard fight，but when it finished，we and the ship were prisoners⁵.

The Turkish captain and his men took us to Sallee in Moroc－co. They wanted to sell us as slaves⁷ in the markets there. But in the end the Turkish captain decided to keep me for himself，and took me home with him. This was a sudden⁸ and terrible change in my life. I was now a slave⁶ and this Turkish captain was my master.