The next day on this new island I decided to craft up a wooden sword and kill some of the cows and pigs for food. I realized that I had no oven, so I was forced to eat the meat raw.
After a few hours of pacing the island I sat down under a tree with Fred. I stared at the sun, which looked as if it had a face. Was this a hallucination from eating the raw meat? Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Whatever it was, it didn't worry me. Knowing that the face of someone watches me from the skies somehow makes me feel at ease. Peaceful. Finally, I called it a day and fell asleep underneath the tree with Fred.