Cal liked to think of himself as an adventurous soul, but he never ever considered himself to be any kind of daredevil. And yet here he was, living in a cave on an isolated island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Feeling rather pensive, Cal sat down on the makeshift seat he’d constructed out of driftwood. He thought about what possessed him to embark on this ill-conceived journey. He clearly wasn’t prescient enough to have anticipated the unusual weather and rough seas that he encountered. As he thought about it, perhaps he should have given more credence to those who warned about climate change.

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