I was getting used to the mental delusion. To make it last I refrained from putting a strain on it; when the lifeboat nudged the island, I did not move, only continued to dream. The fabric of the island seemed to be an intricate, tightly webbed mass of tube-shaped seaweed, in diameter a little thicker than two fingers. What a fanciful island, I thought. (2.92.9)

Yes, what a fanciful island, Pi. Martel really tests the limits of believability here with an island made entirely of seaweed. (Don't forget this island is also carnivorous and eats humans.) Do you believe this part of the story? Has Pi gone totally mad or is this development no stranger than a tiger and a boy trapped together on a lifeboat?