adaptation

Robinson Crusoe, a man of fortitude and ingenuity, was always engaged in some form of task or adventure on the unchartered island where he found himself shipwrecked. This particular morning was no different. The sky was a captivating shade of amber and crimson as the sun made its grand entry. Crusoe was up, planning his chores for the day.

Every day as the sun sank beneath the vibrant tropical trees, Harry Morgan watched in a state of reflective tranquility. These moments offered his only solace amidst the chaos of life in Key West, smuggling goods and dodging law enforcement. His life embodied the contradicting tranquility and tempestuousness of the sea.

In the space she knew as the entirety of her world, Ma whispered comforting words to Jack, her five-year-old son. They lay on the creaky bed in 'Room', their world being an eleven-by-eleven-foot square. The room, furnished barely with a bed, a toilet, a wardrobe, a kitchen sink, and the omnipresent skylight, had been their cage for as long as Jack could remember.