Drenched with sweat and miles out to sea, this leaky dinghy has done its job. Under cover of a blood moon I made my escape using the last of the rum to hit the boat-guarding pirate over the head. I took the rum with me of course. Now I am being hauled in by a Costa Rican freighter, somehow during their down-time swim they found my message in a bottle. Since they could not read English, I doubt that is why they found me but hey, Karma, right??
I am safely (I think) aboard the freighter bound for....I am not sure, I hope it is Honduras but Poseidon works in mysterious ways. At least I am free of the pirates...hoorah! I need a phone.
I must now sleep...
Bula
C
7 comments:
This sounds like an excerpt from an awesome book. You should write it - please? :)
Nick: You will want to read the S-T-U-V-W-X posts for the full effect. And I am writing a short story while I am here. Sort of an homage to Dr. Thompson.
At least you escaped. And with the rum - good man.
Wonder if your wife has noticed you gone yet...?
Wow, for a sick person, to tell amazing stories. I'm so jealous.
Alex: I am clever in my ways of deception.
Clarissa: I am sad I am behind on your mystery cyphers...I have plenty to catch up on when I get home. Thank you for your jealousy!
Sounds like Castaway! Where's Wilson? Wilson!!!
Nancy: That's what I thought about as I was writing these series of posts. BTW...we had a guy at the resort that looked like Tom Hanks did after being on that island for a while. Long hair, scruffy beard, etc.
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