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Marooned

A rather inhibited, lonely man finally splurged on a luxury cruise to the Caribbean. It was the craziest thing he had ever done in his life. Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, a hurricane roared upon the huge ship, capsizing it like a child's toy. Somehow, desperately hanging on to a life preserver, the man managed to wash ashore on a secluded island.

There was beautiful scenery, a spring-fed pool, bananas and coconuts, but little else. He soon lost all hope that he would be rescued, and for hours on end, simply sat under a palm tree.

One day, after several months had passed, a gorgeous woman appeared, in a small rowboat. "I'm from the other side of the island," she said. "Were you on the cruise ship, too?"

"Yes, I was, " he answered. "But where did you get that rowboat?"

"Well, I whittled the oars from gum tree branches, wove the reinforced gunnel from palm branches, and made the keel and stern from a Eucalyptus tree."

"But, what did you use for tools?" asked the man.

"There was a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed on the south side of the island. I discovered that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my home made kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. Anyhow, that's how I got the tools. But, enough of that," she said "Where have you been living all this time? I don't see any shelter."

"To be honest, I've just been sleeping on the beach," he said.

"Would you like to come to my place?" the woman asked. The engineer nodded dumbly.

She expertly rowed them around to her side of the island, and tied up the boat with a strand of hand-woven hemp topped with a neat back splice. They walked up a winding stone path she had laid and around a Palm tree. There stood an exquisite house, painted in blue and white.

"It's not much, but I call it home." Inside, she said, "Sit down please; would you like to have a drink?"

"No, thanks," said the man. "One more coconut juice and I'll be ill!"

"It doesn't have to be coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a crude still out back, so we can have authentic Pina Coladas."

Trying to hide his amazement, the man accepted the drink, and they sat down on her couch to talk. After a while, the woman asked, "Tell me, have you always had a beard?"

"No," the man replied, "I was clean shaven all of my life until I ended up on this island."

"Well if you'd like to shave, there's a razor upstairs in the bathroom cabinet."

No longer questioning anything - in fact, he was almost struck dumb - the man went upstairs to the bathroom and shaved with an intricate bone-and-shell device, honed razor sharp. Next he showered -- not even attempting to fathom a guess as to how she managed to get warm water into the bathroom -- and went back downstairs. He couldn't help but admire the masterfully carved banister, which he had not noticed on the way up.

"You look great," said the woman. "I think I'll go up and slip into something more comfortable." The man continued to sip his Pina Colada. After a short time, the woman returned, wearing a revealing gown fashioned out of pounded palm fronds.

"Tell me," she asked, "we've both been out here for a very long time with no companionship. You know what I mean. Haven't you been lonely, too ... isn't there something that you really, really miss? Something that all men and woman need? Something that would be really nice to have right now!"

"Yes there is!" the man replied, shucking off his shyness. "There is something I've wanted for so long. But on this island, all alone, it was just ... well, it was impossible."

"Well, it's not impossible, any more," the woman replied.

"You mean ... you've actually figured out a way we can check our email?

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