He lives among the cliffs and caves at the center of our tiny island. It’s just him and me here. Him, me, and thousands of miles of ocean.

I see him nearly every day, usually around dusk — a fleeting shadow climbing over the cliff-faces. He always senses when I see him. He’ll stop and look over his shoulder at me, knife blade clenched in his teeth. He’ll bare his fangs around the blade, smile mockingly, and then scramble out of…