Your conclusion is wrong. There were NO survivors after the cataclysmic events that destroyed the continents and created the islands."Boatman pondered... a bit. "So how did these people come to be?"The alien grinned ... grimaced ... made a 'face' that signified humor ... whatever, "I brought them here. Remember the two hundred thousand deaths from the tsunami in your Pacific? Better here than dead, Fred."They've been here a couple of thousand years. Plenty of time to set up legends and do some. .. or more. It would only take a couple of hours at most.I went and bought her the drink she wanted and, with a flourish, placed it on the table in front of her. She accepted it graciously and we started to chat. You know the kind; generalities about nothing but crap. Sometime to pass the time with. I told her my name was "Paul" and she told me hers was Kate. For her it was passing the time until Steve Orrell came on stage and for me it was until I'd managed to get her drunk enough to take her. Eyes closed in ecstasy helooked every inch the ardent whore girl that Dr. Wolfe's vividsuggestions had planted in his pliant brain. Steve's cock, nowtotally engorged, was thick as a Louisville slugger and Paul's jawsseem to come unhinged like a snake to take it all in. He was notsuffering however. Even when Steve rammed his cock down the girl-boy's throat Paul never winced but only seemed more thrilled topleasure the stud. Finally as the first hot spurts coursed downPaul's throat Steve withdrew. "I guess you are the ones who sent me the note? Would you like to tell me your names or would you like to stay anonymous? I recognize you from my brother's year don't I?" Sarah asked forcefully.John stepped forward and introduced himself, "I'm John and you are right we are in your brother's year, and of course we sent the note." When John saw the other two were acting sheepishly he could see he would have to take charge, "this is Luke and this is Terry. Shall we get down to business?"John was.