My favorite part of the story is that he was found roasting a seagull, yet some of the photographs show several birds sitting on the part of the mast protruding forward of the bow, as though they were waiting to be next. It reminds me of Lewis Carrol's walrus:
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize,"
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.