The larger ones may prefer coconuts.
Survivors move from island to island hopping over one another and never looking back.
After the typhoons have had their pick, and the birds of prey have finished with theirs, the remaining few must build boats, and in this, of course, they can have no experience, they build their boats of palm leaves and vines. Once the work is completed, they lie down, thoroughly exhausted and confused, and a huge wave washes them out to sea. And that is the last they see of one another. In their dreams Mama and Papa are standing on the shore for what seems like an eternity, and it is almost always the wrong shore. After a few bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about.