After glimpsing some creature in the undergrowth and calling to my companions to hunt it down, Thunder disappeared after it into the bracken. They returned some time later looking a little bruised and dazed, proudly claiming to have “shared the meat” of a wild pig with another castaway, and to no longer feel hungry. They had nothing to show for this, and no apology or explanation for why I - the only castaway to have stopped hallucinating - had been left out of this supposed feast.

Casting my mind back to my first meal on the island, taken in the haze of heatstroke shortly after the wreck, I began to wonder where this talk of wild, gaudily-coloured pigs had come from, and whether these creatures existed at all.