One day a man decided to retire...   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 treehouse.

 

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.  Sit down, please."

"Would you like a drink?"

"No!  No thank you," the man blurts out, still dazed.  "I can't take another drop of coconut juice."

"It's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still.  How would you like a Tropical Spritz?"
 
Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk.

After they exchange their individual

survival stories, the woman announces,

"I'm going to slip into something more

comfortable.  Would you like to take a

shower and shave?  There's a razor in the bathroom cabinet upstairs."

No longer questioning anything,

the man goes upstairs into the

bathroom.  There, in the cabinet

is a razor made from a piece of

tortoise bone.  Two shells honed

to a hollow ground edge are

fastened on to its end inside

a swivel mechanism.

"This woman is amazing," he muses. 

"What's next?"

 

When he returns, she greets him

wearing nothing but some small

flowers on tiny vines, each strategically

positioned, she smelled faintly of

gardenias. She then beckons for him

to sit down next to her.

"Tell me," she begins suggestively,

slithering closer to him, "We've

both been out here for many months.

You must have been lonely. There's

something I'm certain you feel like

doing right now, something you've

been longing for, right?"  She stares

into his eyes.

He can't believe what he's hearing.

"You mean..." he swallows excitedly

as tears start to form in his eyes,

 

"You've built a GolfCourse ?"