An ambitious software engineer finally decided to take a vacation. He
booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his
life.
At least for a while.
A hurricane came up unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost
instantly.
The man found himself swept up on the shores of an island with no
other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts.
Used to five-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do. So, for the
next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice, 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.
In disbelief, he asked her: "Where did you come from, and 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," the software engineer said, "I didn't know anyone else had
survived. How many of you are there?
You were really 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 it out of raw material 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."
"But, but, that's impossible," stuttered the man. "You had no tools or
hardware - how did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," the woman said. "On the south side of the
island, there is a very unusual strata of exposed alluvial rock. I found that
if I fired it to a certain temperature, it melted into forgeable ductile
iron.
I used that to make tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But
enough of that. Where do you live?"
Sheepishly, the man 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 onto 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 to have a drink?"
"No, no, thank you," he said, still dazed. "I couldn't drink another
drop of coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have made a still -
How about a Pinacolada?"
Trying to hide his continued amazement, the software engineer
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 more comfortable. Would you like to have a shower
and a 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 to its tip, inside a swivelmechanism.
"This woman is absolutely amazing," he mused. "What next?"
When he returned, the woman greeted him. She beckoned for him to sit
down next to her. "Tell me," she began suggestively, slithering closer to
him, brushing her leg against his, "We've both 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 to do for all of these
months."
She stared into his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing -
this was like all of his dreams coming true in one day.
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"You mean...," he replied, "I can check my e-mail from here?"
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