Calendar, ledger and the ordered cave

1 From far above, the small green island lies alone in a blue sea, the wreck a tiny speck

2 The young castaway sets his knife to a tall post to cut his first calendar inscription

3 Crusoe looks up from his ledger toward the cave mouth, despair easing into quiet hope

4 Crusoe looks up from his ledger at cave shelves of tools, nails, books and muskets

6 From the hilltop, Crusoe shades his eyes at a glint on the sea, taking it for a sail