        He had pored over the photos on his camera, loaded them onto his computer, and examined them in every single detail.  He had copied the messages in the sand into a notebook.  He couldn’t make any sense of it, but as he drew out the shapes he became absolutely convinced that they were, in fact, some sort of language.  Despite the difference in the two messages, some of the symbols looked kind of the same, as if they could have been a natural progression.  