We saw this man several times while we were on Katsurajima island. Every time we saw him, though, something was different. Once we saw him walking; another time we saw him on his motorbike. Once he was wearing a green tank top, but the next time, a white one. In Korea, there is a saying that one is tied by fate to a person one coincidentally runs into three times, so we are going to cherish our encounter with him.