Just realized I had forgotten to throw chapter 4 on here, 'pologies lads.
Also disclaimer: I do not advocate stealing booze from an ancient alchemist with questionable morals.
After almost half an hour of trying to figure out what he could actually do for fun on the island, Phil gave up and returned to his room. Damn. No fishing gear, no surfboards, or jet skis, and a deserted beach. Guess I should have expected that from getting let out early from class.