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I was drawn to look back at the island and knew that I would visit it again soon. I panned around, leaning against the side of the boat. As we left, I saw the black mass still clinging asleep to the boat. I waved at the island for some reason and, as I did, caught that lone figure in black watching us depart. He seemed lonely. I dropped my hand back down and let the wind cool me and blow through my hair. I studied that man in black and wondered about him. This was truly a mysterious place. Everyone else had now left or disappeared into the church and assorted buildings, while he remained - probably admiring the sunset, i thought.