My cellmate was Oshujon. There I spoiled it right off the bat. Though he didn't know who I was, who he was, or what had happened to him. I guess being blown up knocked all the crazy right out of him, but didn't kill him (because he's a difficult being to kill, he's basically a god, perhaps the last of his kind, where as I'm basically a god and the opposite, I'm easy as all get out to kill, I just refuse to die). He had washed up about a year ago, and had been locked up ever since (which was at least encouraging for me on the survival stand point). He was decently fed, but completely lost as a person. Which seemed inline with everything I'd ever known about Oshujon up to and including his attempt to kill all the gods and take over the world. Needless to say he was a terrible conversation partner.
The prison was a simple wood construction, I could have easily burned down, but I know shit about ship building or how to navigate the ocean (clearly since I've been ship wrecked very often). I also didn't really know what could be, or couldn't be eaten on the island, so I had to observe and try and learn. Which lead to a lot of sitting in a cell talking to a jerk who didn't remember he was a jerk, but certainly remembered being an obstinate asshole and bothered me all day long.
It was not a pleasant time period as I recall it.
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