Lost On An Island
A Safety Officer took a cruise to the Caribbean. It was wonderful;
the experience of his life. But, alas, a hurricane came up
unexpectedly and the ship went down. He was swept onto the shore of
an island. No people, no supplies, nothing.
He explored but found nothing other that some bananas and coconuts.
He was desperate and forlorn, but what could he do? For the next
four months ate bananas, drank coconut juice and looked for a ship
to come to his rescue.
One day, he spotted a rowboat coming from what looked like the other
side of the island. In it was a gorgeous woman: She was tawny and
tanned, and her hair flowing in the breeze gave her an ethereal
quality. When she reached him, he asked excitedly, "where did you
come from? How did you get here? "She said, "I rowed from the other
side of the island. My cruise ship sank four months ago." "Amazing,"
he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many of you
are there? You are really lucky that a rowboat washed up with you."
There is no one else--only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't
wash up. I built it out of raw material I found on the island. The
oars I whittled from gum tree branches, I wove the bottom from palm
branches, and the sides and stern came from an eucalyptus."
"But--but," asked the man, "What did you use for tools?" "Oh, no
problem," replied the woman, "On the south side of the island there
is a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock. I found that if I fired
it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable
But enough of that," she said. Where do you live?" The man confessed
he had been sleeping on the beach.
"Let's row over to my place," she said. So they got into the rowboat
and left for her side of the island. The woman tied up the rowboat
with a beautifully woven hemp rope. They walked up a stone walk to
an exquisite bungalow. "It's not much," she said, "but I call it
home. Would you like a drink?" "No," he answered, "One more coconut
juice and I will puke." "I have a still," said the woman, "How about
a PinaColada?" Trying to hide his amazement, the man accepted, and
they sat down on her couch.
After a while, the woman asked, "Tell me, have you always had a
beard?" "No," the man replied, "I was clean shaven all my life."
"Well, if you would like to shave, there is a razor in the cabinet
in the upstairs bathroom." The man, no longer questioning anything,
went to the bathroom. In the cabinet was a razor made from a bone
handle, two shells honed to an edge were fastened to its end inside
of a swivel mechanism. The man shaved, showered and went back
downstairs. "You look great," she said. "I think I will slip into
something more comfortable.
"After a short time, she returned wearing strategically positioned
fig leaves and smelling faintly of gardenia. "Tell me," she asked,
"We have both been out here for a very long time with no
companionship. Have you been lonely? Is there anything that you
miss? Something that all men and women crave? Something that would
be really nice to have right now?" "Yes there is," the man replied,
and moved closer to her. "Tell me, do you have an Internet