During the storm we became disoriented and ended up crashing into a reef which made quick work of the boat leaving us shipwrecked on some godforsaken island. I gathered what was left of the provisions and the last caged chicken (who had turned out to be a cockerel thus explaining the lack of eggs) and ordered the Major to explore the island further whilst I kept watch for any ships.
The Major soon returned with a chap dressed in a white linen suit who introduced himself as the owner of the boat we had hired. He was not pleased to see his boat being used as firewood.
I quickly enquired how he had managed to find us. He replied that the marina was just five minutes down the beach. I immediately castigated the Major for being so bloody lazy and handed him the cockerel...
The Colonel
