Desert Island

A hurricane came unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost. 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 5-star hotels,
this guy had no idea what to do, so for the next four months he ate
bananas,drank coconut juice and 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
are there? You were lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you."
"It's only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up; nothing
He was confused. "Then how did you get the rowboat?" "Oh, simple,"
replied the woman. "I made the rowboat out of materials 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."

"B-B-But that's impossible," stuttered the man. "You had no tools or
hardware. How did you manage?" "Oh, that was no problem," replied the
woman. "On the other side of the island there is a very unusual stratum
of alluvial rock exposed. 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," she said. "Where do you live?" Sheepishly, he 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 to
the 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 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 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 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 onto it's end inside a swivel

"This woman is amazing," he mused. "What next?" When he returned, she
greeted him wearing nothing but strategically positioned vines - 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?"