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Was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family. At a very early age, I wanted to go to sea. My father was a wise man, and he begged me not to do so. For a time, I decided not to think of it anymore. But one day, in the city of Hull, I met a friend who was going to sea on his father's ship. He asked me to go with him.
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On the same day we left Hull, meaning to go to the African coast. We guided the ship as if we were going to the island of Fernando de Noronha. Then we passed to the east of that island. After a few days, there came a fearful storm. The wind and the way threw the ship this way and that for twelve days. The ship was badly broken, and a lot of water was coming in. Then one of our men, early in the morning, cried out, "Land!". [...]