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>A man decides to take a vacation. He
booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of
his life... until the boat sank!
>He found himself on 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 the shore. In disbelief, he asks her,
"Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
>She replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here
when my cruise ship sank."
>"Amazing," he says.
"You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you."
>"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the boat out of raw
material 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, where did you get the tools?"
>"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south
side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is 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."
>The guy is stunned.
>"Let's row over to my place," she says. After a few hours of
rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As the man looks to shore, he
nearly falls out off 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, the man can only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
>As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call
it home. Sit down, please. Would you like 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 have a
still. How about a glass of rum?"
>Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down
on her 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
bathroom
cabinet."
>No longer questioning anything, the
man 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 onto its end
inside a swivel mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he muses.
"What next?"
>When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines and flowers
strategically
positioned, and smelling 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. 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?" She stares into his eyes and takes his hand in
hers...
>He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean..." he swallows excitedly
and tears start to form in his eyes, "....I can check my e-mail from
here?"
booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of
his life... until the boat sank!
>He found himself on 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 the shore. In disbelief, he asks her,
"Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
>She replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here
when my cruise ship sank."
>"Amazing," he says.
"You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you."
>"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the boat out of raw
material 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, where did you get the tools?"
>"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south
side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is 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."
>The guy is stunned.
>"Let's row over to my place," she says. After a few hours of
rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As the man looks to shore, he
nearly falls out off 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, the man can only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
>As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call
it home. Sit down, please. Would you like 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 have a
still. How about a glass of rum?"
>Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down
on her 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
bathroom
cabinet."
>No longer questioning anything, the
man 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 onto its end
inside a swivel mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he muses.
"What next?"
>When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines and flowers
strategically
positioned, and smelling 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. 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?" She stares into his eyes and takes his hand in
hers...
>He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean..." he swallows excitedly
and tears start to form in his eyes, "....I can check my e-mail from
here?"
