"Shipwrecked"
A hurricane came unexpectedly. The ship went down and
was lost. A man found himself swept up on the shore of
an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only
bananas and coconuts.
Used to 5-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do, so
for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut
juice and longed for his old life and 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 and 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 had survived.
How many are there? You were lucky to have a rowboat
wash up with you."
"It's 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 stratum of
alluvial rock exposed. I found that if I fired it to a certain
temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgettable ductile
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, dumb struck.
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 cabinet 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 its end inside a swivel
mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he mused. "What
next?"
When he returned, she greeted him wearing nothing but
vines - strategically positioned - 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... "You mean huh.....I can check my e-mail
from here?"
A hurricane came unexpectedly. The ship went down and
was lost. A man found himself swept up on the shore of
an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only
bananas and coconuts.
Used to 5-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do, so
for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut
juice and longed for his old life and 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 and 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 had survived.
How many are there? You were lucky to have a rowboat
wash up with you."
"It's 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 stratum of
alluvial rock exposed. I found that if I fired it to a certain
temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgettable ductile
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, dumb struck.
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 cabinet 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 its end inside a swivel
mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he mused. "What
next?"
When he returned, she greeted him wearing nothing but
vines - strategically positioned - 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... "You mean huh.....I can check my e-mail
from here?"
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* FOR LINKS TO THE NEW PROMISFITS BLOGS - GO TO ...
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* Dr4million sez, Let's Talk About Vitamin D ...
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/just4million/message/7524
"Prayer indeed is good, but while calling on the gods
a man should himself lend a hand." -- Hippocrates --
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