Stranded on a island

[eclipse0]

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 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 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,' 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,

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 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. "How about a Pina Colada?"

 

Trying to hide his continued amazement, he 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 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. 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, "I can check my email?!"

 

[Roka]

I saw that entire thing drawn in 3 squares with 2 lines of text and it amounted to the same thing. Guess a picture truly is worth a thousand words ey...

[eclipse0]

Yeah, I guess so.  Where was this posted in a comic strip?  I'd like to see it, as I found this as I was cleaning out my emails from several years ago.

[Talya]

lol...