I come in peace!

As I've been focussed on the reactions of my doctors to my eventual dreams to come ashore somewhere, I have neglected the reactions of other islanders to the appearance of my little raft on the horizon of an island.

In some islands, they row out to greet me, waving papaya or payaya or papyrus or whatever local artisan-craft is their island's claim to fame, and entreat me to come ashore.

In others, they repel me immediately, hailing me from afar with threats of military over-reaction if I venture closer.

Others are more neutral, and allow me to re-provision from dock-side under the watchful eye of armed policemen.

And often, if I start with reaction number one... when I mention that I have fled civil war they convert to reaction number two.

All in all, life is much simpler on the raft.


You should read all that comic right now.