Ponce is left...alone...(he came in a canoe then drank from a vial and became 10 yrs old again) when I last checked in he was giving a 'state of the village address' (island event)...but no one was there! I worry for his sanity...I fear he's a bit stir crazy. He wanders about mumbling the word 'Wilson' while carrying this crazy looking coconut...the top is covered with dry grass and and the front is marked with dyes made, presumably, from herbs and berries...it looks oddly like a face...