A true story about men, women, rowing and software.
An
ambitious software engineer finally decided to take a vacation. He
booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of
his life.
At least for a while.
A hurricane came up
unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost instantly. The man found
himself swept up on the shores of an island with no other people, no
supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts.
Used to four-star
hotels, this guy had no idea what to do. So, for the next four months
he ate bananas, drank coconut juice, longed for his old life, and fixed
his gaze on the sea, hoping to spot a rescue ship.
One day, as
he was lying on the beach, he spotted movement out of the corner of his
eye. It was a rowboat, and in it was the most gorgeous woman he had
ever seen. She rowed up to him.
In disbelief, he asked her: "Where did you come from, and how did you get here?"
"I rowed from the other side of the island," she said. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing,"
the software engineer said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived.
How many of you are there? You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash
up with you."
"It's only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up: nothing did."
He was confused, "Then how did you get the rowboat?"
"Oh,
simple," replied the woman. "I made it out of raw material that I found
on the island. The oars were whittled 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," stuttered the man. "You had no tools or hardware - how did you manage?"
"Oh,
that was no problem," the woman said. "On the south side of the island,
there is a very unusual strata of exposed alluvial rock. I found that
if I fired it to a certain temperature, it melted into forgeable
ductile iron. I used that to make tools, and used the tools to make the
hardware. But enough of that. Where do you live?"
Sheepishly,
the man confessed that he had been sleeping on the beach the whole
time. "Well, let's row over to my place then," she said.
After a
few minutes of rowing, she docked the boat at a small wharf. As the man
looked onto shore, he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him was a
stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
While the woman tied up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
As
they walked into the house, she said 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 said, still dazed. "I couldn't drink another drop of coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have made a still - How about a Pina Colada?"
Trying
to hide his continued amazement, the software engineer accepted, and
they sat down on her couch to talk. After they had exchanged their
stories, the woman announced, "I'm going to slip into something more
comfortable. Would you like to have a shower and a shave? There is a
razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom."
No longer
questioning anything, the man went into the bathroom. There in the
cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a
hollow-ground edge were fastened to its tip, inside a swivel mechanism.
"This woman is absolutely amazing," he mused. "What next?"
When
he returned, the woman greeted him. She beckoned for him to sit down
next to her. "Tell me," she began suggestively. Slithering closer to
him, brushing her leg against his, "We've both been out here for a very
long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really
feel like doing right now, something you've been longing to do for all
of these months."
She stared into his eyes.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing - this was like all of his dreams coming true in one day.
"You mean...," he replied, "I can check my e-mail from here?"