by Stieve Adams
was at sea so I could cost myself a little seagull jargon.
"Please Hamilton," praised Valerie
"My friends actually call me Ham."
"Please Ham, you can use the computer on board the boat?"
"Yes, I can. The computer's battery lasts a while, so there are batteries on board. You can safely connect my battery to 12 volts anywhere."
The computer was made and as far as I could see, nobody had fingered it. I had already entered what was on the sheet earlier. Just pick up the image on the screen and try to think further. Apart from single letters (W and N), there were a lot of numbers in groups of five. It looked like some kind of encrypted text.
I took the puzzle into my word processor and assumed that the numbers were in place of letters so I drove a bit searching and changed, I replaced the number one with A and so on. There was no point at all. I tried other combinations but no luck so far.
I heard a splash and some hurried I rushed on the deck. There in the water next to the boat, only a naked Valerie swam and I drew a relief sigh. I had for a moment thought that our Mexican enemies had found us.
"Guess if it's nice in the water," Valerie cried. "Help me up in the boat, are you nice?"
I did it and there she was completely naked on the deck, the water drops glittered on her side skin and glitter was propagated to her eyes. She might be a bit too round about the bust and the buttocks to seat as a fashion model. But there was nothing wrong with the curves, here was a sign with warning for dangerous curves. I suddenly had breathing problems and palpitations and it was not because I jumped on the deck too fast. I approached the woman to caress the round shapes, the tough breasts they ...
"Puzzle first dear friend," she quit.
She drew on a side morning rock that did not blame much of the shapes. There were plenty of clothes on board actually. Valerie took me in my hand and led me down to the computer that stood there and sore. She slam down beside me and called on me to resume the puzzling country. I was both excited and distracted now and had a little trouble with the concentration.
"Can you count on this word processor," said Valerie
"Sure," I said "you just do this. First, select these five numbers and press this button and you'll see the total amount of 17. Then you'll do the same to the next group and next group."
Somehow, I thought the numbers seemed familiar, but they could not figure out what it was. I wrote down the sums of my calculations in the computer including a W and a N.
After trying other things too and a couple of hours later I came to it. Had not Valerie so keenly encouraged me with all her crazy body I had given up a long time ago. And every time I tried to brush on her instead of the computer she said
"Puzzle first, Ham little!"
"Now I know," I suddenly shouted, "get a chart!"
With open bathrobe, Valerie left and returned with a chart.
"Look here," I said, "there are coordinates on the chart. If you look here at the edge of the chart, there are 18, 20 and so on and here on the bottom are 62, 64 and so on. If we take the numbers as We got out of the puzzlet and we see that the lines cross each other so this is this "
"Hurray, we have found the treasure," exclaims Valerie "now I want to ..."
She takes my hand and together we jump in the nearest cage, she wears my clothes and around me I have round arms and legs and breasts and ... and ... She caresses me everywhere, her mouths are very moist and she receives me with everything she has. Soft and nice everywhere but muscles, she is in the right places so she turns me off with a power that I did not think was available. It does not take many minutes before we both explode into a cool orgasm that never seems to want to end.
"What a treasure," I think, tired before I get tired of falling asleep.
6. Dominica
I wake up very slowly. I am completely naked and relaxed and sweaty and feel completely exhausted. I gently touch my tired limbs but sparkle of the coffee smell that slowly reaches my nostrils. With some effort, I open my eyes stuck to a chubby woman in an unbuttoned silk robe. I rush and make a shave to shed my naked body with something, but refrain when I remember the night's exercises.
"Good morning," Valerie quits, "here's coffee in bed."
And in fact here came the wonderful woman and served hot coffee with bread on the bunk. The thought business returns slowly, although I do the best to forget that we are heading for a stolen sailboat to an island I barely heard of and we are hunted by Mexican bandits. I do not really know why. I know or think they are Mexican but I do not know why I ended up in this situation. Best to take a match at a time I think and try to enjoy what's available. To start with coffee on the bunk with accessories.
Eventually, I have to leave the beautiful courtyard and review the boat before we have to move on. The boat is filled with clothes and canned food, bottles of beer, but no fresh water. Brushing your teeth in salt water or beer does not feel very refreshing.
In Dominica, there are still unexplored areas in the interior that are probably never trampled by a human foot. The inland pine forests are located in an almost incompetent terrain, filled with gorges, rocks and narrow ridges that protrude in sharp, high mountain ridges. Countless streams and small rivers flow out between them, dangerous to the hiker as they can easily be filled with the ever-repeated rainy rains of higher regions.
The field is slippery and hilly of multifaceted leaves and has networks of winding roots. Everything is covered by an overwhelming and almost impenetrable vegetation in the form of armpits of armpits, interlaced leaf masses, airspots' sparse curtains, grass cutting like razors, giant buns and wild palms. From this, huge tribes arise through the greenery, full-fledged and gripping of spirals twisted wreaths. The higher you get the closer the rainforest becomes. A mysterious half-thunder prevails, rarely does the sun have the opportunity to send its light down to the rain-damp atmosphere.
When violent rain descends through this timeless deciduous forest, it further darkens. The trees are sighing and cracking in the wind, the lions twitching at the movements. Large leaves sail down from the crowns like injured bats. From the dark, sometimes a lobster-like, waxy red heliconia blossoms, whose water-filled limbs contain small dead insects. The sound of water is constantly heard, as the rocks go down to the rocks. From within the depths of the forest are dull, humid flutes from wild pigeons mixed with a sweet butterfly's sweet drill.
From the Atlantic Ocean, Dominica has a stately and impressive landscape with a character of wild and romantic beauty. Blue-black clouds can be heavily pressed over the mountain jungles while giving the green a deep gloomy tone. Gray rain showers stand here and crossed over valleys and mountain slopes. Towards the coast's reddish and black rocks, the rocks hammer white-blistering, while huge waves roll over the sandy beaches all the way up to the roots of the coconut palms. Light green lights the banana crops up in the landscape, and a mature red roof of a city church is regarded as a necessary contrast to the overwhelming tropical vegetation. Captivating sun sometimes gets lukewarm to inland as a signal that people also live here.
From the Caribbean side, however, Dominica shows a more open and brighter ankle. The sea on that side is usually shiny with smooth dyes next to the coast. The clouds can be light and airy over the high jungle mountains. If you come to an island early in the morning, the highest mountain of the Windward Islands, Morna Diablotin (1450 meters), may be cloudless, which is rare later in the day. The sun is pouring over the warmth of the tropical landscape.
No other island in the Caribbean can show off untouched rain forests and jungles of birds and plants in a similar urbane. Here, botanically interested can get into jungles as difficult as in the Amazon and still make new discoveries in the wild flora.
So, Dominica looks like the tourist brochures, I did not know much about this at the time, but would soon experience Dominica closer.
The beach is quite unwelcoming but a bit away it sounds like a brook or smaller river that flows into the sea, that is, the Carib
bean Sea. The island is, therefore, Dominica, one of the wildest and most unwelcome ones in this part of the world. But we pick up a number of plastic bottles, jump in the water, and swim to the place where the stream flows into the ocean. No dinghy was available when we borrowed the boat, it was probably landed with regular owners. The beach is here around the stream's outflow and consists of black lava sand.
We take our plastic bottles and wade up the stream to get fresh water. Then we hear voices from the water and we see a big white motor cruiser approaching. I am about to make us feel when I look closer to what it is for people who apparently intend to board our sailboat. There are many people in the bow and they are armed. One of them shoots a warning shot that echoes over the water and hoists something against the sailboat. They obviously want to have the sailboat crew on deck, but we are landing to get water.
They can not see us, we are well protected in the shadow of the dense undergrowth. It must be the Mexicans who have found us. Nevertheless, even at this distance, I see that they look more like Filipinos or Malaysians or something like that. And it's definitely not the local coastguard, they can not possibly look like that and can not possibly come in such a boat.
Valerie and Boy also see what's happening and stands silent next to me. We see the Asians aboard our "sailboat" and after a