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
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