My name is Amelia and me and my father were traveling around the world. We took turns sailing because we both got tired after some time. We were sailing all day and night.
After a few days we found land, the pacific islanders were very nice and greeted us. Only the leader knew how to speak English. They also showed us around and we meet some people in the community.
4 months later... We now live with the pacific islanders and are teaching them how to speak English, we also traded spices, silk, gold, religious converts, etc... Every thing has being going great until that night...
My father, the only person/family I had left, had died. He fell asleep and never woke up that morning. By the time the sun was setting I said by to everyone and thanked them, and set off to my real home.
All of the problems we had gone through together, gone. He had left me and he's never going to come back. I start a new life once I get back home.