Being on the island for so long, he learned the quickest way to climb the palms. Digging calloused toes into the overlapping spines on the trunks, he shimmied up the boles like going up a ladder.
From the crown, he could see over the ocean to the near horizon where a ship’s head sail was visible. If he tried to yell, he would give his position way to his captors. A fire was risky too, but a better signal.
He had to work fast, this was his best chance for rescue. He couldn’t even tell the other prisoners his plan.