I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called—nay we call ourselves and write our name—Crusoe; and so my companions always called me. I had two elder brothers, one of whom was lieutenant-colonel to an English regiment of foot in Flanders, formerly commanded by the famous Colonel Lockhart, and was killed at the battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards. What became of my second brother I never knew, any more than my father or mother knew what became of me. Being the third son of the family and not bred to any trade, my head began to be filled very early with rambling thoughts. My father, who was very ancient, had given me a competent share of learning, as far as house-education and a country free school generally go, and designed me for the law; but I would be satisfied with nothing but going to sea; and my inclination to this led me so strongly against the will, nay, the commands of my father, and against all the entreaties and persuasions of my mother and other friends, that there seemed to be something fatal in that propensity of nature, tending directly to the life of misery which was to befall me.

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I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull.  He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called—nay we call ourselves and write our name—Crusoe; and so my companions always called me. I had two elder brothers, one of whom was lieutenant-colonel to an English regiment of foot in Flanders, formerly commanded by the famous Colonel Lockhart, and was killed at the battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards.  What became of my second brother I never knew, any more than my father or mother knew what became of me. Being the third son of the family and not bred to any trade, my head began to be filled very early with rambling thoughts.  My father, who was very ancient, had given me a competent share of learning, as far as house-education and a country free school generally go, and designed me for the law; but I would be satisfied with nothing but going to sea; and my inclination to this led me so strongly against the will, nay, the commands of my father, and against all the entreaties and persuasions of my mother and other friends, that there seemed to be something fatal in that propensity of nature, tending directly to the life of misery which was to befall me.

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At the age of eighteen, I ventured out to sea against my father's wishes, and embarked on a ship bound for London. During my many years at sea, I faced numerous adventures and challenges, from shipwrecks to battles with pirates. Despite these hardships, I was able to survive and even thrive in the harsh conditions of the open sea.

After many years of seafaring, I found myself on a journey to Africa for trade. It was during this journey that my life took a drastic turn when our ship was wrecked in a violent storm. I was the only survivor, stranded on a deserted island with nothing but the clothes on my back and a few supplies salvaged from the wreck.

Alone and without any hope of rescue, I was forced to adapt to my new life on the island. I built shelters, hunted for food, and learned to fend for myself in the wild. It was a lonely existence, but I found solace in the routine of survival.

Years passed in isolation, but eventually, I discovered signs of human life on the island. A group of cannibals had made the island their home, and I had to use all my wits and skills to avoid them. In a stroke of luck, I was able to rescue one of their prisoners, a native man named Friday, who became my loyal companion.

Together, Friday and I worked to defend ourselves against the cannibals and survive on the island. Over time, we formed a bond that transcended language and culture, finding solace in each other's companionship.

As the years went by, I longed to escape the island and return to civilization. Eventually, I was able to build a ship and sail away, finally returning to England after over twenty years of exile.

My story of survival and adventure became famous, and I gained a reputation as the legendary Robinson Crusoe. But deep down, I knew that my time on the deserted island had changed me forever, shaping me into a survivor and a man who could overcome any obstacle.

And so, I lived out the rest of my days as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, forever marked by my time as the castaway on the island of despair.