Wow, all kinds of crazy things have happened since my last journal. We averted the starvation crisis, or maybe just delayed it. During our recent shoreline excursion we discovered a shipping container washed ashore with the tide. It appeared to be owned by some guy name “Sam”, who must have a club, based on the markings. We cracked open the container, super excited hoping to find food, toilet paper (a lost luxury), or anything that would enhance our tropical solitude with a modern convenience. Box after box we found:
- 50 beach umbrellas ( might be useful )
- 5 cases of Depends Diapers ( not so useful )
- 40 cases of anchovies ( who eats 40 cases of anchovies? )
- 5 cases of winter sports wear ( hmm )
- 3 Cases of Spaghetti and Meatballs ( Bingo! )
- 50 exercise balls ( Not sure about this one? )
- 1 Box of road flares ( maybe )
- 1 Box of Toilet Paper ( GOLD! )
- A stack of New York Times ( Great! Backup TP! )
It was great to find spaghetti and toilet paper. However, it took us another day to figure out how to open the cans without destroying the contents having no can opener. Let’s just say dropping rocks and coconuts on the cans creates a glob of spaghetti something, maybe need the Depends after all. We finally succeeded by using the volcanic rock and rubbing the cans back and forth quickly grinding down the seal. Vwa-lah, an open can with no damage to the contents, plus a light workout.
What to do with the other items? One crew member had a great idea! We place all the beach umbrellas on the deep water side of the island facing the open ocean, then blow up exercise balls and scatter them around the beach. The thought is if a ship passes by island they would see all the umbrellas and exercise balls and think it was a posh resort and come closer to check it out. Overall it was a good day, food to sustain us, given our recent cook incident, and TP to remind us of civilization. It will need to be rationed and protected, oh and the food to! We uncovered an issue with one of the crew, in a panic over not having TP and learning banana leaves were a marginal substitutions one member went on a rampage. We kept noticing more an more banana trees were missing their leaves. I thought that was odd, is there an animal on the island eating the leaves, which could be an issue, but later discovered this crew member was stashing all the leaves, “just in case”. Here is the problem, using natures banana leaves as TP over the quadruple ply Charmin takes some getting acustom, however in the “end” it’s not so bad and finish up with an oily fruiting finish. Here is the rub, dang these puns, if you stash the leaves, they dry out. A dried brittle crunchy banana leaf doesn’t’ leave you with the same sensation, usually a lot more creative adjectives come to mind. Take note, if you are ever trapped on an desert island, fresher is better!
A new tribe was encoutered this week, we call them the No Go Tribe. Every time we started on an trip to another island on our driftwood raft the No Go tribe would show up chanting: No Go! No Go! No Go! They chased us away and it really started to become a problem and limit our food choices along with other resources. Their chief seems to be a short little portly man with big teeth that yells a lot. We came up with a system to work around them, our lookouts followed their movements and signal all clear to make a break between patrols to an island.
Heading back to camp with the new chef, Chef Boyardee! Can’t wait! Ahoy!
Series: #WaywardVagabond
Title: #NewFriendSam
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