Since the moment he capsized on the island the pig was his nemesis. In a violent storm on his third night, the pig crashed through his makeshift shelter, so he slept in the freezing rain. It pilfered the fruits he harvested from the forest, and uprooted the potato garden he tended. Its incessant nocturnal squealing left him exhausted each morning. So on the night when he finally succumbed to fever from an infectiona cut on his foot caused by the trap of broken shells he had laid around his campand crawled out to the beach to gaze at the vast black sky, he was surprised when the pig came and silently laid down beside him. He was comforted as he felt the pigs breath slow to match his own as he finally drifted off to sleep.
