Life's Changes

It is nice to have the occasional chat by the fireside as we roast our fish. Nemo still doesn't talk much but I have picked up a few things from him. For instance he told me that we are in some strange part of the sea 'where things go missing' and apparently, he thinks that we have now gone missing. He doesn't seem that concerned, never mentions family or friends, and sometimes I wonder if he came here deliberately to this, triangle of some sort I think he said, to try to get lost.

Well, if that was his aim, then he has succeeded.

In the here and now though Nemo continues looking after his bee hives, getting the occasional sting :-) He still doesn't share the honey with me though and still secrets his excess produce away in some hidey hole I've yet to find.

Nemo also perseveres in trying to get a garden established.

It's certainly growing a little larger but I don't think anything in it's edible.

But he seems to enjoy it and has a sense of accomplishment I think in finally working out how to get some of these weird plants to grow even if they aren't providing any variation to our largely fish diet.

I'm no gardener but I feel a similar pride in my fishing ability. There wouldn't be a fish on the island I couldn't catch now. And long hours spent fishing are a great way to pass the time.

The trip home through the beautiful forest is always a great end to the day. Even when it's raining.

You would think with all my swimming and getting soaked by the rain that it would help with keeping down the smell a bit. Unfortunately, as Nemo rather unkindly reminds me, it's best to not stand downwind of me. Or even stand too close. 

Yes. I stink.

I guess things couldn't stay the same forever but you never expect change. It always comes as a shock.

This change came so quickly. One moment here.

The next. Gone.

We haven't exactly been close Nemo and I but he must have meant more to me than I realised and I was so distressed at his passing that I thought I saw some boney dark cowled figure appear and escort him into the next world.

Either that or the heat was getting to me.

I buried Nemo in a patch of undergrowth a little way along the beach and now I am truly alone; will the isolation drive me mad?