An announcement from loudspeakers atop of buildings declared that the typhoon was nigh, and that all boats were returning to Tokyo. So he sat with his grinch-fingers excitedly drumming, finding out now that no ferries were coming…
Happily stranded, our hero thought, “Sweet”, since all the weaker touristy pions had already deserted the island he now had it almost all to himself. Settling in for the night, eating tasty fish and various strange unmentionables (which he was assured were indeed food), our hero vowed to conquer the mountain on the morn, and made his way to the onsen (Japanese style baths).