> I was stranded on an Island. ANd along came this Woman
>"I rowed over from the other side of the island," she says. "I
>landed here when my cruise ship sank."
>
>"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up
>with you."
>
>"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the rowboat out of raw
>material found on the island. I whittled the oars from gum tree
>branches; I wove the bottom from palm branches; and the sides and
>stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
>
>"But ... but ... that's impossible," stutters Ed. "You had no tools
>or hardware. How did you manage?"
>
>"Oh, no problem," replies the woman. "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." Ed is stunned.
>
>"Let's row over to my place," 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 hemp rope, he can only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
>
>As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but
>I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like to have a drink?"
>
>"No, no thank you," he says, still dazed. "Can't take any more coconut
>juice."
>
>"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I built a still. How
>about a Pina Colada?"
>
>Trying to hide his continued amazement, he accepts, and they sit
>down on her hand-woven couch to talk. After they have exchanged
>their stories, the woman announces, "I'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."
>
>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. "WOW! This woman is amazing," he muses, "what next?"
>
>When he returns, she greets him wearing 'nothing but vines'
>strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She
>beckons for him to sit down next to her.
>
>"Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've
>been out here for a really long time. I know you've been lonely.
>There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now,
>something you've been longing for all these months. You know..."
>
>She stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing!
>
>"You mean ...", he swallows excitedly, "We can watch the Steeler game
>from here?"
>"I rowed over from the other side of the island," she says. "I
>landed here when my cruise ship sank."
>
>"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up
>with you."
>
>"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the rowboat out of raw
>material found on the island. I whittled the oars from gum tree
>branches; I wove the bottom from palm branches; and the sides and
>stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
>
>"But ... but ... that's impossible," stutters Ed. "You had no tools
>or hardware. How did you manage?"
>
>"Oh, no problem," replies the woman. "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." Ed is stunned.
>
>"Let's row over to my place," 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 hemp rope, he can only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
>
>As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but
>I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like to have a drink?"
>
>"No, no thank you," he says, still dazed. "Can't take any more coconut
>juice."
>
>"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I built a still. How
>about a Pina Colada?"
>
>Trying to hide his continued amazement, he accepts, and they sit
>down on her hand-woven couch to talk. After they have exchanged
>their stories, the woman announces, "I'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."
>
>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. "WOW! This woman is amazing," he muses, "what next?"
>
>When he returns, she greets him wearing 'nothing but vines'
>strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She
>beckons for him to sit down next to her.
>
>"Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've
>been out here for a really long time. I know you've been lonely.
>There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now,
>something you've been longing for all these months. You know..."
>
>She stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing!
>
>"You mean ...", he swallows excitedly, "We can watch the Steeler game
>from here?"
