Fiero had no idea what Castaway was, but he wasn't sure he'd like to be named after someone else. He liked that his name meant something: Fiero Corazon, fireheart. It made him proud to have a name which promised greatness to its owner. He loved his name. Wilson sounded very pedestrian. Efren, on the other hand, was a very nice name indeed.

"You should be Efren," Fiero said. "It suits you."

He ignored Efren's statement that the world was tragic, because he wasn't quite sure what Efren was referring to in that rather sweeping declaration. He hadn't noticed that the world itself was tragic, but there were certainly tragic aspects to it.

"What do you feed your pet elephant? Mine refuses to eat peanuts or bamboo," was his equally dry response to Efren's.

He liked Efren. He liked his sense of humor, even if he did think he was crazy, or want others to think he was crazy. That didn't particularly bother him.