One day a man decided to retire...
He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded
to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship
sank.
Soon 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, "Where did you come from? How
did you get here?" She replies, "I rowed
over from the other side of the island where I landed
when my fishing boat sank."
"Amazing," he notes. "You were really
lucky to have a row boat wash up with you."
"Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. "
I made the boat out of some raw material I found on
the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree
branches. I wove the bottom from palm tree branches,
and the sides and stern came from
an 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 that if I
fired it to a certain temperature in a volcanic vent I
found, just down island, it melted into ductile iron
and I used that to make tools and used the tools to
make the hardware."
The guy is stunned.
"Let's row over to my place," she says
"and I'll give you a tour."
So, after a short time of rowing, she soon docks the
boat at a small hand built wharf. As the man looks to
shore, he nearly falls off the boat.
Before him is a long stone walk leading to a cabin and
tree house. While the woman ties up the rowboat with an
expertly woven hemp rope, the man can only stare
ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house, she
says casually, "It's not much, but I call
it home. Please sit down."
"Would you like a drink?"
"No! No thank you," the man blurts out, still
dazed. "I can't take another drop of coconut
juice."
"Oh, it's not coconut juice," winks the
woman. "I have a still. How would you like a Jack
Daniels?"
Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man
accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After
they exchange their individual survival stories,
the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into
something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower
and shave? There's a razor in the bathroom cabinet
upstairs."
No longer questioning anything, the man goes upstairs
into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet is a razor made
from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed to a
hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a
swivel mechanism.
"This woman is amazing," he muses.
"What's next?"
When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but a
bandana around her blonde locks and some small flowers
on tiny vines, each strategically placed, she smelled
faintly of coconut oil. She then beckons for him to sit down
next to her.
"Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering
closer to him, "We've both been out here for
many months. You must have been lonely. When was the
last time you had a really good ride?" She stares into
his eyes.
He can't believe what he's hearing.
"You mean..." he swallows excitedly as tears
start to form in his eyes.
"You've built a Harley?"
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