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Ed finally decides to take a vacation. He books himself on a
Caribbean cruise and proceeds to have the time of his life -
until the boat sank. He found himself swept up on the shore of
an island with no other people, no supplies...Nothing. Only
bananas and coconuts.
After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when
the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him. In
disbelief, he asks her, "Where did you come from? How did you get
here?" "I rowed over from the other side of the island," she
says. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a rowboat
wash up with you." "Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the
rowboat out of raw material found on the island. I whittled the
oars from gum tree branches; I wove the bottom from palm
branches; and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
"But-but, that's impossible," stutters Ed. "You had no tools or
hardware." "How did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," replies the woman. "On the South side
of the island, there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock
exposed. I found if I fired it to a certain temperature in my
kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for
tools and used the tools to make the hardware."
; Ed is stunned.
"Let's row over to my place," she says.
After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small
wharf. As Ed looks onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat.
Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow
painted in blue and white.
While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp
rope, he could only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into
the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home
Sit down please; would you like to have a drink?"
"No, no thank you," he says, still dazed. "Can't take any more
coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I built a still.
How about a Pina Colada?" Trying to hide his continued
amazement, he accepts, and they sit down on her hand-woven
couch to talk.
After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces,
"I'm going to slip into something more 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, Ed goes into the bathroom.
There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two
shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end
inside of a swivel mechanism.
"WOW! This woman is amazing," he muses, "what next?" When he
returns, she greets him wearing 'nothing but vines' strategically
positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for
him to sit down next to her. Tell me," she begins suggestively,
slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for a really long
time. I know 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 stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing:
"You mean---", he swallows excitedly, "We can watch PENN STATE football from here?
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Caribbean cruise and proceeds to have the time of his life -
until the boat sank. He found himself swept up on the shore of
an island with no other people, no supplies...Nothing. Only
bananas and coconuts.
After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when
the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him. In
disbelief, he asks her, "Where did you come from? How did you get
here?" "I rowed over from the other side of the island," she
says. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a rowboat
wash up with you." "Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the
rowboat out of raw material found on the island. I whittled the
oars from gum tree branches; I wove the bottom from palm
branches; and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
"But-but, that's impossible," stutters Ed. "You had no tools or
hardware." "How did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," replies the woman. "On the South side
of the island, there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock
exposed. I found if I fired it to a certain temperature in my
kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for
tools and used the tools to make the hardware."
; Ed is stunned.
"Let's row over to my place," she says.
After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small
wharf. As Ed looks onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat.
Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow
painted in blue and white.
While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp
rope, he could only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into
the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home
Sit down please; would you like to have a drink?"
"No, no thank you," he says, still dazed. "Can't take any more
coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I built a still.
How about a Pina Colada?" Trying to hide his continued
amazement, he accepts, and they sit down on her hand-woven
couch to talk.
After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces,
"I'm going to slip into something more 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, Ed goes into the bathroom.
There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two
shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end
inside of a swivel mechanism.
"WOW! This woman is amazing," he muses, "what next?" When he
returns, she greets him wearing 'nothing but vines' strategically
positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for
him to sit down next to her. Tell me," she begins suggestively,
slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for a really long
time. I know 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 stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing:
"You mean---", he swallows excitedly, "We can watch PENN STATE football from here?
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