"I - I don't remember making any wish," Gwyn replied.  "I woke up one morning and I was here.  There seems to be plenty of food and water, but any attempt at making a boat gets derailed.  I've had a raft get scattered by a storm, a canoe somehow rot through overnight, and the one time I had something like a sail, something tore it to shreds, and the line were all gnawed through."<br/><br/>As he talked, he led the way along a winding path through the underbrush, until the little group came to a clear-blue lagoon that was framed by cliffs on one side, and a long line of sea-rounded rocks on the other.  A soft sandy beach led down to the water, and several fruit trees grew nearby.<br/><br/>"It's not much, but for now I call it home."