Deserted Island

One day a man decided to retire,

so he booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank.

He soon found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts.

After about four months,

he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen 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?” explains 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 branches, 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.

I used that to make tools and used the tools to make the hardware.”

The guy is stunned.”Let’s row over to my place,” she says.

So, after a short time of rowing, she soon docks the boat at a small wharf.

As the man looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat.

Before him is a long stone walk leading to an 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.