Jose lit the fire and played his flute made of bamboo. He got used to its tune and he thought he was getting better with it. Ah, the joy of simple living! He has been living in this island for quite some time now. He thought it’s a good place to write his novel, so with some provisions and his pen and paper, he became a stranger to the rest of the world. And he trusted his instinct and quick reaction to the challenges of living alone in the deserted island. He observed nature, trees and leaves grew and wilted, birds sang, the sound of the waves and splashes.