“We’re lost at sea because you believed the masseuse!” Andy yelled.

“Calm down. I have a beacon. Only in your world of no technology would we be dead,” Clayton said.

Samuel looked at his new friends, like he wanted to throw them back.

The Indian Ocean stretched for miles in every direction.

“We haven’t caught any fish,” Samuel complained.

“That’s not why we go on these trips,” Clayton said.

“Then why?”

“For the beer and the adventure,” Andy said. “Would you like a cold one?”

“No. I want water.”

“Sorry. We ran out,” Clayton said.

“What?”

“Look around you.”

“That’s salt water. Get the outboard going, and we’ll go home.”

Clayton pulled on the rope, but it wouldn’t start. “It’s conked out. Have you noticed we’re drifting?”

“How do you know that?”

“I can’t see the island we were sunbathing on.”

“There wasn’t much to see. The hottest woman was only a 6, and she was naked. I didn’t want to look at her. The dream is different, somehow. Clothes cover her mystery; without them, it’s like attending medical school.”

“Spoken like a true poet,” Clayton said.

“More like a pervert,” Samuel added.

“What’s the difference?”

“One, writes it down. The other, keeps it to himself.”

Andy looked sheepishly at his friends. “Well… I can’t help myself. I have women on the brain. Now, how do we get home?”

“We don’t,” Samuel said soberly. “We have to wait to be rescued.”

White clouds turned grey. Then, they got angry.

“Looks like a hurricane.”

“What’s that?” Clayton asked.

“A mirage,” Andy said.

“But it can’t be. We aren’t dehydrated yet.”

“No. But we’ve been drinking beer.”

“I haven’t. Do you have your binoculars?” Samuel asked.

“Sure.” Andy gave them to their Indian friend.

“You’re not going to believe this, but that island is full of naked women.”

“Let me see,” Andy demanded.

Samuel gave him the dream.

“My god. Get the oars out, and row!”

To be continued…