My name is Charles Johnson. It has been months since I've last seen land. Only a few weeks after sailing did I realize that I am not meant to be a sailor. So, I have decided that the next island the ship docks at is the island I will be living on.
Suddenly, my crew mate, Matthew, alerts the crew of an island up ahead. It is called Fiji. I rushed up to the side of the boat, trying to get a better view of the island. It looked beautiful. It had lots of tall coconut trees and long, sandy beaches.
Once we dock, Matthew and I get off of the ship. He asks me if I am excited and while I am, I am also nervous. Matthew then says goodbye as we part ways. I soon decide to explore the new island I call my home.
While exploring, I came across a village. There were many children running around while women and men worked. To say the very least, I was shocked. There were people living on this island. They all were speaking a language I did not know of.
The villagers were also shocked to see me in their village. A few began to circle around me. They were all tall and dark-skinned. Just then, someone that looked to be their chief came. He looked as though he didn't know what to do with me.
Years Later... It has been many years since I first came to Fiji. Since that day, I have began to learn their peoples' ways and beliefs. At first it was very difficult. But eventually, I began to understand and they have accepted me as well.