Stranded on a Desert Island
One day a man decided to retire. He booked himself onto a Caribbeancruise and proceeded to have the time of his life — that is, until the
He soon found himself stranded on a tropical island with no supplies, just fresh water and fruit.
After several months, he is lying on the beach one day when a
gorgeous woman 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 cruise ship sank.”
“Amazing,” he notes. “You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you.”
“Oh, this thing?” says 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 fronds, 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
that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into
ductile iron and I used that to make tools and used the tools to make
The guy is stunned.
“Let’s row over to my place,” she says “and I’ll give you a tour.” So
she rowed him to the other side of the island, and docked the boat at a
small wharf. As the man looks to shore, his jaw drops. 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 milk.”
“Oh it’s not coconut,” winks the woman. “I have a still. How would you like one of my Tropical Zombies?”
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?” He’s amazed that the shower features warm water, but he decides not to ask.
When he returns downstairs, she greets him wearing nothing but some
small flowers on tiny vines, each strategically positioned she smelled
faintly of gardenias. 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 played around?”
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 golf course, too!?“
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