After sleeping off his first day of what promises to be a bright rum-filled future, Deranged Nasat finds he's surprisingly ill at ease. He has that strange feeling that the other shoe is about to drop - and that someone else will nab it before he can. (He needs some new shoes. One's falling apart and the other he last saw shuffling off into the bushes). Muttering darkly, he takes another swig of booze before rummaging in his overcoat for the bottle in which he found the message. He's sure there was a warning and a plea for help on there, along with the instruction letter. Normally other people ask for help in his presence only when they want someone else - a police officer, or sometimes a dustman - to remove him. He hates it when people are helpful. But this feels different.
He wishes the others were here, but they're nowhere to be found. Gertrude hasn't been seen since the treasure was found (he suspects she's displeased at the results), while Curly seems to have vanished at the height of the drunken haze. That's never a good sign. As for the Possom, it's apparently scouting the island for signs of danger, but other than the first symptoms of a Starbucks infestation and a flying man who Deranged Nasat isn't sure anyone else can see, there's nothing.
Just as a broken clock can be right twice a day, the rusty, worm-infested cogs of the Nasat's brain sometimes align in a fashion that allows what almost passes for insight and reflection. He's aware that there's an odd lull in the island's affairs now that the treasure's been found. The island almost seems habitable. The bikini lady seems to have killed most of the boar and converted their bones to ornaments, a resident doctor has arrived, that Ice Captain man still has a working boat, most of the larger predators have been chased off by ligers, and the stick insects are painting murals depicting The Arrival Of The God.
Noise from elswhere grabs his attention. It seems that other people are performing work and offering services in exchange for booze. The Nasat curls his lip in disgust. When will they learn?
