Day 4 of my exclusively adult virgin voyage.

I've come to discover a new version of me.

And that prefers relaxing in a hammock.

On my own private balcony, staring out at the ocean.

Instead of Gillian from accounting.

Yep.

Much prefer.

Book an eligible cabin with virgin voyages by February 28th

and get 55% off your second sailor and hundreds of poundsworth of free drinks.

Your travel agent or visit virginvoiders.com now we're voyaging.

It is a warm sunny day in 1708 on a small island off the coastal chilly.

Alexander Selkirk lies in wait behind a bush, high up on the island's rocky crags.

He listens to the clicking footsteps of his prey approaching.

He bites his time, staying absolutely still.

And then he explodes out from his hiding place leaping towards his target.

With a startled bleat, the goat takes off, bounding across the terrain.

It was born on these hills and it is swift and surefooted as it races away.

With no ammunition left for his musket.

This is now Selkirk's only way of catching goats.

He's not worried.

He is fitter and faster than he has ever been in his life.

And like the goat, he knows every rock, every foothold in this area.

...