1. The Island, Chapter 28


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    Janie. Her arm was around Jared, her hair tousled and covering half of her face. I remembered her promise of more excitement to come, and chuckled fondly. What an incredible woman ! I decided to make a karma deposit, and took the raft out into the lagoon for some fishing. I enjoyed the solitude for an hour or so, returning with a bucket full of fish, of which there seemed to be an endless supply. Beaching the raft, I was greeted by William and Brandon, who helped me pull it up onto the sand. “Are we going to have a class today?” William asked eagerly, flipping his blond hair out of his eyes. “Absolutely,” I said. “How about just before lunch?” “Sounds good,” agreed Brandon. “How about I show you guys how to clean fish? Would you mind helping me?” “Sure,” Brandon agreed, William nodding assent. The two of them carried the bucket of fish down to the end of the beach where the reef started, and I met them there with several knives. It was fortunate that one of the passengers—one of the late resisters of the hijacking—had been into knives. He had packed an arsenal, along with a couple of whetstones to keep them sharp. Harking back to some of my dad’s lessons from childhood family camping trips, I showed the boys how to clean and gut the fish. They were fascinated by the entrails, and I had to restrain them from getting into a fish-gut fight. “Hey! Save those!” I laughed. “We use them for bait to catch more. You want to eat, don’t you?” They apologized and returned the offal to ...
    the bucket. I returned to the mess hall and dumped the guts into a plastic bag kept for the purpose, that we stored in the shade, tied off tightly. The boys washed our fish filets and brought them to the cooking area, while I started the fire from last night’s embers. William tried to force a hunk of raw fish into Brandon’s mouth, shouting “You know you want sushi! It’s in your blood!” “You idiot!” the other boy yelled. “I’m Chinese, not Japanese. Anyway, my parents are white. I’m adopted and I grew up in Maryland.” I broke up the good-natured scuffle and collected the fish from them. One of the hippies had fashioned a wire grill out of metal, and I cooked some of the filets on this with a little garnish of mango and coconut, and some of Anjali’s herbs. I left most of them uncooked, for the next group to wake, and served the boys their food. I carried two plates and a shirt full of fruit over to Janie and Jared, and we ate together happily, planning the day’s events. Fortunately, neither one asked why I wasn’t that hungry; I wasn’t sure how I would explain my earlier liquid breakfast to Jared. After we ate, Janie and I pitched in to help finish the shower. A team had run the bamboo pipes through the trees yesterday, lashing them to trunks and branches in such a way that the water flowed gently downhill the whole way, reaching the storage tank at a height of about 10 feet up. Horace had created a shower head of sorts with a shut-off valve, and we managed to screw it onto one of ...
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