The boy sits on the rock and thinks.
He has to conserve his energy and really has little else to do other than look for ships and recount what little of the emergency foods supply is left. It is a blessing and a curse that he does both automatically now on a constant basis.
So he thinks about something else too to keep what's left of his fading sanity.
How can this rock be barren of life? It has water, sun, salt…not much different from the ocean or the human body.
Too much sun, he thinks as the object in question beats down on him, stealing what little moisture he had taken in from a pool of last nights rain this morning.
If only there were some shade, the water would linger a little longer…birds might come to drink. If birds came, their poop would be fertilizer with seeds of plants they'd eaten elsewhere. In shade those plants would grow…attracting insects…attracting even bigger birds and insects in larger numbers.
Almost all of which would be edible.
With the new plant life he could make a fire and cook them too.
His stomach aches in want, reminding him there is no shade.
Sanji looks out on the distant blue and tries to think of something else.