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On one particular cruise from Florida to the Bahama’s in nineteen fifty-six, things changed forever for me. I was asleep in my bunk, when a fellow crewman came and woke me up with a warning that a monster wave was headed right to us and would hit us in about twenty minutes. Because of its size and evident power, all hope for the survival of the ship was gone. But, we hoped to save some of the crew. I hid inside of a closed and locked door on the side that the wave was coming from, because I felt that my best chance of survival was there. After the wave would hit, the ship would list to the other side and the guys there would be trapped by invading water, while on my side when the initial save force hit, the water would be draining away, which would move me away from the sinking ship. At least that is what I hoped for. 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I had survived, evidently not only because I was on the pallet boards, but because I had no injures that produced blood to attract the sharks. After a harrowing day and night a sea, now unconscious, I floated up to an island that I had never heard of. I was not a navigator, but was familiar with these waters, and I would guess that it is not on any chart of that area. Anyway, any island that a person is swept onto when in need of dry land is totally real enough for the moment. I was in a very bad way as I was swept up onto the beach, and in my delirium I felt myself lifted off of the pallet boards by little hands. The thought went through my mind that I had escaped rampaging sharks to become the dinner of island Hardcore cannibals, but I awoke a couple of days later to be uneaten. I found a considerable amount of relief in that fact. My fingers dug into her rump. “Sometimes.” I went on top of her and started kissing her wildly. 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