..and then you saw it. The ship. It's broken boards dotting the beach and water filling up the rear end. Stranded on some remote island then..and--by ...the fact that the ship had a mighty good navigator (good at his job, mind you, of questionable moral standards)--probably wasn't marked on even the best maps.You begin to remember the events leading up to the crash...a few things had gone wrong, firstly there was the storm. It was a demonic thing, that you felt sure of despite your non-religious. The TV was on in the other room.Nothing but bad coming out from the News.When I was done, I cleaned my plate and a few pots she had left over. Went in to join her where she’s at; tucked up in the corner of the couch somewhat, had a blanket piled around her.“Horrible news. Nothing but. Help me watch something lots more pleasurable.”Yikes. She might wanna choose her words more carefully. I’m compromised here.“Oh, I didn’t mean…” she quickly recognized her faux pas. Put her hand over her mouth. Hilda Parker said she really did like that dress. They were finished and had said their good-byes to the Parker'sand got into their car when Carla asked, "Why did you have to tellthe waitress I was your sissy husband and tell the Parker's how Ifound the dress? I did not have to have it!" "Yes, you did! I saw the look on your face and you did have tohave it. As far as the waitress goes I was just stating the truth.Admit it, you are a sissy." He knew she was right, and didn't like it. "I want. ‘Who is that?’ he asked his mum as they went through the gate. His mum ignored him as she walked right up to the woman and lightly smacked her on the bottom. ‘Hello trouble, here we are at last, I’ve brought you a strong pair of arms to do the heavy lifting so you don’t need to lift that box anywhere’. The woman straightened up and turned to face them with a welcoming smile on her face. She was about five foot tall and although generally slim she had a well-developed bust under the tee-shirt..