Part 3

Day Eighty

While the boat building was coming along swimmingly, he somehow felt it was a fool's errand to be able to build a ship capable of crossing the Morinder Ocean. Maybe he should just wait for rescue? He seemed to be getting along with the birds well enough at least, as they stopped pecking at him a couple weeks ago. Maybe they just got used to him?

A few days ago he realized that even if someone was looking for him, the Morinder had hundreds if not thousands of islands, and a rescue mission could very well take years. He decided to shelve his boat plans for now, as staying place was the best way to be found, and focused on improving his shack he was using as a shelter instead.

Day Ninety-Eight

He had been in a melancholy mood lately, and he wasn't quite sure why. Was the loneliness getting to him? At least he still had the birds. The thrice damned, inedible birds, who haunted his dreams with their calls. His anger at the birds was interrupted by a thrashing noise coming from the beach. Running out to the beach, he was amazed to see 2 sea serpents fighting close to the shore.

Deciding to not risk going fish netting today, he settled for using a fishing pole, and watched the 2 leviathans battle for several hours.

Day One Hundred and Seven

Today hadn't been a good day, mentally. He spent the day crying, the loneliness in his heart almost too much to bear. Why did the Gods give him this hardship? He was worried for Amy and his children as well, how were they faring in his absence?

Still, he forced himself to eat yet another horrid meal of fish. At least there was fruit on the island as well, otherwise he might have gone quite mad from the constant fish. He could feel the birds staring at him every time he picked the fruit, though. It made him nervous and he didn't like it.

Day One Hundred and Thirty

Yes, the birds were definitely plotting against him. They resented him ever since he showed up and ate one. It tasted horrible and for days afterwards he lay in pain. No, he would plot against them to counteract them. He considered his options carefully, before opting to simply retreat to his house, where he had built up a fair supply of food over the past couple months, and simply wait them out. The smoke from his fireplace would be plenty to attract a passing ship, after all.