Never boring. In the last two days a new visitor appeared on the island. A local native. He’s a stealthy one, blending into the palm trees hanging out overhead. This morning he scared the daylights out of me! I was relaxing on the beach, laying back in the sand and looked up, sitting on a rock ledge above me, he was looking down. Big surprise! I jumped up and he was gone without a sound.
Later in the afternoon he appeared again, this time wearing a tee shirt that said Dallas Cowboys. I thought that was odd, who actually likes Dallas? We soon realized he scavenges the coves collecting items that fall overboard and wash ashore. He only communicates with Anna a female crew member that befriended him. We suspect he likes her, but nothing confirmed yet.
No one has any idea how to pronounce his name (clicks & pops), so we call him Dallas for short. Anna explained Dallas comes from a neighboring island, if she translated correctly, lives in the tree house or top of the trees, something like that.
Still working out the communications.
He described another island of castaways, but the people much older. The natives refer to them, in loose translation, “crazy spirits”. They stand on the beach yelling and talking to themselves. If you approach their island, they wave bamboo canes, yell, and sometimes roll coconuts towards trespassers like bowling for points. It appears they don’t like outsiders.
On a somber note, we had some bad news today. There was a small accident and we lost our cook. It appears in the process of collecting coconuts form the tree tops one hit our cook on the head and knocked her out. She recovered, however now knows nothing about cooking and insist she is the ships mechanic, yet we have no ship.
We are going to starve!
Series: #WaywardVagabond
Title: #TheVisitor
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