The hurricane came unexpectedly.
The ship went down and was lost. The man found
himself swept up on the shore of an island with no
other people, no supplies, nothing to do.
Only bananas and coconuts.
So for the next four months he ate bananas,
drank coconut juice and longed for his old life.
He fixed his gaze on the sea,
hoping to spot a rescue ship.
One day, as he was lying on the beach,
he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye.
It was a rowboat, and in it was the most gorgeous woman
he had ever seen. She rowed up to him.
In disbelief, he asked her:
"Where did you come from?
How did you get here?"
"I rowed from the other side of the island," she said.
"I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," he said. "I didn't know anyone
else survived. How many are there?
You were lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you."
"Its only me," she said, " and the rowboat
didn't wash up; nothing did." He was confused.
"Then how did you get the rowboat?"
"Oh, simple," replied the woman.
"I made the rowboat out of materials
that I found on the island.
The oars were whittled from Gum tree branches.
I wove the bottom from palm branches
and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
"B-B-But that's impossible," stuttered the man.
"You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman.
"On the other side of the island there is a very unusual
rock formation exposed. I found that if I fired
it to a certain temperature in my kiln,
it melted into iron. I used that for tools,
and used the tools to make the hardware."
"But enough of that," she said. "Where do you live?"
Sheepishly, he confessed that he had been
sleeping on the beach the whole time.
"Well, let's row over to my place, then." she said.
After a few minutes of rowing she docked the boat
at a small wharf. As the man looked to the shore,
he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him was a stone walk
leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
While the woman tied up the rowboat
with an expertly woven hemp rope,
the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
As they walked into the house,
she said casually,
"It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please;
would you like a drink?" "No, no thank you," he said,
still dazed. "I can't take any more coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied.
"I have a still. How about a Pina Colada?"
Trying to hide his amazement, the man accepted,
and they sat down on her couch to talk.
After they had exchanged their stories, the woman announced,
"I'm going to slip into something comfortable.
Would you like to take a shower and shave?
There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom."
No longer questioning anything,
the man went into the bathroom.
There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle.
Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge were fastened
onto it's end.
"This woman is amazing," he thought. "What next?"
When he returned, she greeted him
wearing nothing but vines
and smelling faintly of gardenias.
She beckoned for him to sit down next to her.
"Tell me," she began, suggestively,
slithering closer to him,
"we've been out here for a very long time.
You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now,
something you've been longing for all these months.
You know..." She stared into his eyes.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You mean--?" he replied,
"I can check my e-mail from here?"
The ship went down and was lost. The man found
himself swept up on the shore of an island with no
other people, no supplies, nothing to do.
Only bananas and coconuts.
So for the next four months he ate bananas,
drank coconut juice and longed for his old life.
He fixed his gaze on the sea,
hoping to spot a rescue ship.
One day, as he was lying on the beach,
he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye.
It was a rowboat, and in it was the most gorgeous woman
he had ever seen. She rowed up to him.
In disbelief, he asked her:
"Where did you come from?
How did you get here?"
"I rowed from the other side of the island," she said.
"I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," he said. "I didn't know anyone
else survived. How many are there?
You were lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you."
"Its only me," she said, " and the rowboat
didn't wash up; nothing did." He was confused.
"Then how did you get the rowboat?"
"Oh, simple," replied the woman.
"I made the rowboat out of materials
that I found on the island.
The oars were whittled from Gum tree branches.
I wove the bottom from palm branches
and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
"B-B-But that's impossible," stuttered the man.
"You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman.
"On the other side of the island there is a very unusual
rock formation exposed. I found that if I fired
it to a certain temperature in my kiln,
it melted into iron. I used that for tools,
and used the tools to make the hardware."
"But enough of that," she said. "Where do you live?"
Sheepishly, he confessed that he had been
sleeping on the beach the whole time.
"Well, let's row over to my place, then." she said.
After a few minutes of rowing she docked the boat
at a small wharf. As the man looked to the shore,
he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him was a stone walk
leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
While the woman tied up the rowboat
with an expertly woven hemp rope,
the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
As they walked into the house,
she said casually,
"It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please;
would you like a drink?" "No, no thank you," he said,
still dazed. "I can't take any more coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied.
"I have a still. How about a Pina Colada?"
Trying to hide his amazement, the man accepted,
and they sat down on her couch to talk.
After they had exchanged their stories, the woman announced,
"I'm going to slip into something comfortable.
Would you like to take a shower and shave?
There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom."
No longer questioning anything,
the man went into the bathroom.
There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle.
Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge were fastened
onto it's end.
"This woman is amazing," he thought. "What next?"
When he returned, she greeted him
wearing nothing but vines
and smelling faintly of gardenias.
She beckoned for him to sit down next to her.
"Tell me," she began, suggestively,
slithering closer to him,
"we've been out here for a very long time.
You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now,
something you've been longing for all these months.
You know..." She stared into his eyes.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You mean--?" he replied,
"I can check my e-mail from here?"
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