An ambitious yuppie 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 unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost
instantly. The man found himself swept up on the shore of an island
with no
other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts.
Used to four-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? 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
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 in my kiln, it melted into forgeable
ductile
iron. I used that for 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 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 continued 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 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, 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 swivel mechanism.
"This woman is amazing," he mused. "What next?"
When he returned, the woman 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,
"I can
check my e-mail from here?"