Some exploration of the island had revealed a freshwater lake that bubbled up from what was likely an underground spring and then ran down a slope in a river into the ocean. At least that meant that salt water wasn't likely to mix in with the fresh.

The lean-to wasn't exactly the Ritz but it was sturdy and would keep the rain off if necessary. Frying up the fish on a rock had been a little bit of a challenge, but he'd gotten the hang of his improvised cookware soon enough. All in all, things could've been worse.

He'd been climbing a tree near the shore to get coconuts when he heard Magica's song. He looked down to see her on the shore.

"Hello, lassie!" he waved to her. "Give me just a minute!"

With that, he went back to trying to break a coconut or two free with a rock he'd sharpened into a makeshift knife.