I am...
-Sailing away from this island for the first time in 70 years. Hope I don't get lost...
-So alone. Nobody I know is living anymore. I'd leave but I can't, I promised.
-Collecting wood, and running out of alcohol.

-Horribly confused by the new guy in town. He makes me want to hide in the harbour and never come out again.
-Feeling bad about my plans to ransack this town. The people are too nice!
-Hoping that the next town is more livable, but thoroughly enjoying the company for the journey.
-Still working on my initiation project.
-Irritated by the visitors, and wish they would leave so I can get all the attention again.
-A horrible chef.
-Secretly still thinking of moving on, when I said I'd stay.
-Smitten with him, but worried that he's a womanizer.
-Wishing I wasn't the only man in town without a girlfriend/wife
-Bored as hell.
-Walking down the road, making a new friend.
-Helping out someone I stole from. Luckily I didn't get caught.