Captain Jack sat on his deck with a steaming mug of tea. A movement in the trees beyond caught his eye. It appeared to be a figure shambling towards his boat. Captain Jack stood up and raced down the short steps. Not wanting to cause panic, he jogged lightly past waiting passengers until he reached the back of the queue. The figure approaching was ludicrous. A bearded man, dirty, wearing a loin cloth… shouting “Thank God! Thank God!” over and over again.
“Your name sir? asked the Captain sternly
“Crusoe!!” the man cried before falling forward in a dead faint.
(C)- Vivian Zems