Man on an island, day 371

 It's been a hard and soul draining day of work. I helped put out fires that engulfed a few huts with seawater, tended to the many wounded and buried the dead. It looks like the the scale of the destruction is much larger than I could have ever imagined. I look across the water and I realize I will have to go help the neighbouring village. The chief tries to stop me and looks me in the eyes but then lets me go. I find a upturned raft a few meters down the coast and I head out across the water. I expect the usual barrage of cannonballs from the island but nothing...nothing happens