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Ed finally decides to take a vacation. He books himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeds to have the time of his life --until the boat sank. He found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies...nothing... only bananas and coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;
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After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him. In disbelief, he asks her, &amp;quot;Where did you come from? How did you get here?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I rowed from the other side of the island,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;I landed here when my cruise ship sank.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Amazing,&amp;#039; he says. &amp;quot;You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, this?&amp;#039; replies the woman. &amp;quot;I made the rowboat out of raw material 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&lt;br /&gt;
Eucalyptus tree.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, but, that&amp;#039;s impossible,&amp;#039; stutters Ed. &amp;quot;You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, that was no problem,&amp;quot; replies the woman. &amp;quot;On the south side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found 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.&amp;quot; Ed is stunned. &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s row over to my place,&amp;quot; she says. After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As Ed looks onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven&lt;br /&gt;
hemp rope, he could only stare ahead, dumbstruck. As they walk into the house, she says casually, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not much, but I call it home. Sit down please. Would you like to&lt;br /&gt;
have a drink?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, no, thank you.&amp;#039; he says, still dazed. &amp;quot;Can&amp;#039;t take any more coconut juice.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not coconut juice,&amp;quot; the woman replies. &amp;quot;How about a Pina Colada?&amp;quot; Trying to hide his continued amazement, he accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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No longer questioning anything, Ed goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside of a swivel mechanism. &amp;quot;Wow==== This woman is amazing!&amp;quot; he muses, &amp;quot;What next?&amp;quot; When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines-strategically positioned-and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to&lt;br /&gt;
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sit down next to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tell me,&amp;quot; she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ve been out here for a really long time. You&amp;#039;ve&lt;br /&gt;
been lonely. There&amp;#039;s something I&amp;#039;m sure you really feel like doing right now, something you&amp;#039;ve been longing for all these months. You know...&amp;quot; She stares into his eyes. He can&amp;#039;t believe what he&amp;#039;s hearing:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You mean---&amp;quot;, he swallows excitedly, &amp;quot;I can check my email?====&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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