Island Adventure

Carol Simony, CEO of the Choplet-LaSalle Corporation and the richest woman in the USA, strode out of the Manila office building and across the sidewalk inside a wedge formed by her bodyguards; she ignored the cries of protest from the pedestrians who were jostled out of the way by her phalanx of thugs. So sure was she that her limo would be waiting that she was at the curb before she noticed it wasn't there.

She turned to the sweating young man who dogged her steps. "Donald, you putz! Where the hell is my limo?"

Donald pointed at a large vehicle a half-block away. "There it is, Ms. Simony. It must have gotten stuck in traffic."

"Not good enough, Donald. You said it would be waiting for me right here. If I can't count on you for a simple thing like this you're no use to me."

He protested, "I'm sorry, Ms. Simony, but this isn't my fault, it's just a slight traffic delay."

"Don't whine, Donald. I expect results, not excuses. You really are worthless. You can take a bus back to the hotel, I don't want to be seen with you."

The limo stopped and she got inside. The bodyguard in the front seat exchanged glances with the driver, but neither man was surprised at Carol's actions. Carol wasn't very lovable. The only people who really liked her were the C-L stockholders, because it was her management that had made the company so very profitable.

Carol tried to relax as the limo fought its way through the city traffic. She had been in Manila to close the negotiations for another merger, and it had been a tense time, even for an experienced predator such as she. C-L wasn't the only player, and she had had to outmaneuver, backstab, and betray men from three continents before she could close the deal.

The limo picked up speed once it was outside the city. It continued along the highway until it reached a private airfield, where Carol boarded the executive jet that would take her almost 700 miles to Davao City, on the island of Mindanao. This was where she would start her vacation.

Sailing was Carol's only non-business activity. She begrudged the time away from her work, but she had found that sailing was absolutely necessary if she hoped to survive the stress of corporate warfare. Several weeks at sea, sailing alone, would refresh her and leave her ready for the next battle.

Being at sea was only part of the process; being far away from other people was the most important factor. Not that she would be out of touch; a satellite phone kept her in contact with her staff. 'Sometimes in closer contact than they like,' she thought, 'noon here may be the middle of the night there. Too bad for them, but at C-L I'm the one who matters.'

Carol spent the night in the best hotel in Davao, and early the next morning she was at the marina where her boat, the 'C-L II', waited. This boat was her favorite for single-handed sailing; its ketch rig divided the sail area into easily handled segments. The boat was just over fifty feet long on the waterline. It had cost her over three million dollars (actually, C-L paid the bill), and it was equipped with every convenience, both for operating the boat and for living aboard.

She met with the C-L employee who had accompanied the boat on its trip by freighter from San Francisco. (The freight charges were billed to the C-L 'employee recreation' account.)

"Everything ready to go?" she snapped.

"Yes, Ms. Simony. You can sail any time you wish."

"So you say." Carol never took anything for granted, and she conducted a meticulous inspection of the boat and its contents. She was impressed; even her exacting standards were met. Not that she would say so, of course.

"It'll do. Get ashore and be ready to cast off the mooring lines. I'm out of here." She started the auxiliary diesel engine and ordered the lines cast off. She motored out of the harbor, and once she was clear of the land she hoisted the sails. She plotted the course that would clear Cape San Augustine, and then lost herself in the simple pleasure of steering the boat and adjusting the sails. For the first time in months she felt some serenity.

Once the boat passed the cape Carol plotted a new course to the east, heading into the center of Micronesia. Even though this was her vacation she spent most of her time working; she planned her next business coup while the autopilot guided the boat. She had her eye on another large electronics firm. She had discovered that there was a large overlap in operations that would allow massive cost-cutting.

Carol was an experienced sailor, and she monitored the boat and its surroundings continually. Ten days into her journey she noticed that a tropical depression had appeared on her satellite weather display. It was coming her way, but she wasn't worried. "I can handle anything the sea can throw at me." she boasted.

Three days later she wasn't so sure. The tropical depression had developed into a full-fledged storm, and the boat was running downwind under bare poles. The wind was Force Twelve, and the mast-tall waves towered over the boat. Carol no longer knew where she was exactly; a few hours ago the wind had destroyed her masthead antennas, and the heavy rain and breaking seas blocked her GPS and satellite communications. She was really worried now. There were numerous atolls to leeward of her, and she had very little ability to maneuver.

Disaster struck just before dawn. Carol had been awake for almost two days,and she finally had to go below for some sleep. She had been asleep for just over an hour when the boat struck a reef. She had no warning; she woke with the impact, and before she was out of her bunk the surging waves pounded the boat's hull onto the coral and water flooded inside. She scrambled on deck, and was shocked to discover that both the dinghy and the inflatable life raft had washed away. All she could do was wait helplessly while the waves drove the boat across the reef and into the lagoon, where she knew it would sink.

Carol didn't know when the boat finally slipped off the reef and into the lagoon. One minute she was struggling just to keep from being washed off the boat; the next minute she was in the water. She was wearing a life jacket, but the wind was so strong and the water was so rough that she could barely breathe. She tried to fight her way to the island that she had seen when the boat first hit the reef, but the sea was winning the contest. She had stopped fighting by the time strong brown arms lifted her out of the water and into a canoe.

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It was dawn of the next day before Carol awoke. She found herself in a wooden hut, supine on a mat and looking up at a corrugated-steel roof. Rain was still pounding on the roof, but the wind had dropped; the mat that covered the door opening was hardly moving. Her muscles were a bit sore, but she didn't have any pain. She sat up and examined her body. She was surprised but grateful to find that she was uninjured. She was also naked. She thought back and realized that she had been naked when she went into the water. Not too surprising, since she rarely wore clothes when she was at sea in the tropics.

The door mat was pushed aside and a young woman entered the hut. She was very pretty, with tan skin, dark brown eyes, and long black hair. She was wearing a blue and red printed cloth wrapped around her hips and, incongruously, a hooded transparent plastic raincoat, which didn't conceal her slim, shapely figure and high, firm breasts.

Carol looked at the native woman and then at her own tanned body. She smugly thought, 'I must be more than twenty years older than she is, but I could match her in looks.' She ran her hands through her short brown hair. 'Except for the hair, maybe.'

"Hello, welcome to Tontolona Island. My name is Nila. What is your name?" Nila put down the package she was carrying and removed her raincoat.

"My name is Carol Simony. Do you have a satellite phone here? Or a radio? I've got to let my people know that I'm OK." Carol didn't have any family or friends who would worry about her, but she knew that Wall Street would pound down the price of C-L stock if she were reported missing.

Nila shrugged. "You must ask chief." She smiled and opened the package. "Sarong, for you."

She handed Carol a cloth similar to the one she was wearing, except that it was teal and blue. Carol wrapped it around her hips, but as soon as she released it the sarong fell to the floor. Nila giggled and rewrapped it, showing Carol the proper way to tuck it so it would stay in place.

Nila took a covered bowl from the package and knelt on the mat. She uncovered the bowl and gestured to indicate Carol should join her. "Here is some food." She dipped her fingers in the paste-like substance in the bowl and licked it off.

Carol didn't really care to share like this, but she was very hungry so she knelt and forced herself to scoop up some of the paste and put it in her mouth. It had a faint bitter taste, but she managed to swallow it. After a few more bites she again questioned Nila. "I've got to let people know where I am and I've got to get back to civilization. How do I get off this island?"

"You will see Chief Tonongo soon. You ask him." Nila ate the last of the paste. She rose gracefully to her feet and reached out her hand. "Come, I will take you to him."

Carol stood and waited while Nila put on her raincoat. "Keeps my hair dry." she explained. Nila pushed aside the mat and left the hut. Carol hesitated only a moment before she followed. She had never been shy about displaying her body.

It was still raining gently, but it was warm and it didn't bother Carol. Nila led her to a large hut several hundred yards farther inland. Fifty or so people were standing in a semicircle facing the door of the hut. Both men and women were wearing sarongs around their hips. The more matronly women wore bras just for the support, but everyone else was bare to the waist. Some of the women covered their hair to keep it dry.

Carol elbowed her way to the front of the crowd, ignoring the murmurs of protest. A few minutes later the door of the hut opened and a large, imposing man appeared on the porch and seated himself in a throne-like wicker chair. He was wearing one of the ubiquitous sarongs, but he also had a cloak wrapped around his shoulders. This cloak had been woven from bark fiber many generations ago, and it served as the chief's symbol of office. After the chief was seated a younger man emerged from the hut and stood next to him.

The crowd said something in the local dialect and everyone made a quick, shallow bow, more like a nod. The chief replied in the same dialect and nodded in return. The younger man said in English, "All those who desire Chief Tonongo to intercede with the spirits attend upon him. This audience is now open." He looked at Carol and added, "I am Manulu. Who are you?"

"My name is Carol Simony, and I must contact my office at once. Do you have a satellite phone, or a radio?"

Manulu translated this into the local dialect and the chief replied in the same tongue. Manulu said, "The chief expresses his joy that you survived the shipwreck. It was a difficult rescue, but our men are very skilled in the ways of a canoe on the sea. It is always a satisfaction when we save someone from certain death."

"Yeah, but you don't seem to understand. I am the chief executive officer of the Choplet-LaSalle Corporation, a very important company. I must get back to civilization at once."

After the translation delay Manulu replied, "The chief will hold a private audience with you later. Please wait."

Carol didn't like this at all, but her protest was ignored and the chief replied to a question from another person. This went on for some time, and by the time everyone had spoken Carol was fuming with impatience. In her world her wishes were attended to immediately.

There was an altar next to the chief's hut. It was made of stone and sheltered by a thatched roof; three men had just finished applying new palm fronds to replace the ones carried away by the storm. Chief Tonongo went inside the hut and returned a moment later holding a wooden chest. It was made of some dark wood and it was exquisitely carved. When it appeared everyone bowed while the chief carried it to the altar and reverently placed it on top.

Carol asked, "What is that? It's gorgeous." She approached the altar and reached out towards the chest.

Nila gasped, "Don't touch it! That is spirit chest. Only chief may touch it."

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt it." Carol stroked the carved wood.

There were cries of shock and one of the men in the crowd grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Carol had studied martial arts- she had a lot of enemies- and she reacted instinctively. She twisted, pulled, and the man flew over her back and landed with a thump. Another man seized her from behind, but an elbow in the ribs knocked him back. But now the crowd was into it, and before long Carol was face down on the ground with several people sitting on her. Manulu arrived with some jute rope, and he tied Carol's hands behind her back. She was pulled to her knees and he wrapped more rope over her arms, in bands above and below her breasts.

The crowd was angry, and Carol might have been knocked around except that Chief Tonongo ordered them back. He glared at Carol and made a brief statement in the local dialect. Manulu translated. "Chief Tonongo says that your spirit is not in harmony with the nature spirits. You are to be incarcerated until you have obtained this harmony."

"You yokels wouldn't dare! Don't you know who I am? I'll buy this island and have all of you tossed into the sea!"

Manulu spoke for himself. "Buy us with what? All you have is a borrowed sarong. We don't know or care who you are. You are guilty of sacrilege and assault. In the old days you would have been drowned in the lagoon." He signaled to two burly men and they hoisted Carol to her feet and hustled her off to the jail.

The jail was a patch of dirt about ten feet square covered by a thatched roof. Pieces of tattered canvas were hung randomly on three sides to give some shelter from the wind. Carol wondered how this was supposed to hold her until Manulu wrapped a chain around her waist and fastened it with a padlock. The chain was bolted to one of the 6x6 roof support posts, and she had about six feet of slack between her waist and the post.

Manulu pointed to a heap of sand next to the jail. "That's your latrine."

Carol was outraged. "You can't do this! You can't chain me up like an animal just on the word of some witch doctor!"

"Chief Tonongo is not only our hereditary ruler. He is also the elected magistrate. If he finds you guilty of a crime he can impose a sentence of up to a year's imprisonment if he wants to. Did you have anything planned for the next year? You could be staying right here."

Carol didn't really believe this was happening to her. People just didn't dare to treat her like this. "You can't do this! Untie my hands at once!"

Manulu cut the rope loose from Carol's arms and wrists. She rubbed her wrists, and her face reflected her opinion that it had taken these savages too long to come to their senses. Then the two men held her while Manulu and another man picked up wooden planks. When Carol saw the semi-circular cutouts in the plank edges she knew what they were for and struggled desperately. She twisted so violently that her sarong came loose and fell to the ground.

Each plank was about three feet long, one foot wide, and an inch thick. One plank had two pairs of short boards attached to it at a right angle, one pair at each end, and while Manulu held this plank against the back of Carol's neck his helper slipped the other plank between the short boards. Carol didn't like this at all, so they did have a little trouble forcing her hands into the cutouts, but eventually the planks were pushed together and the locking pins inserted. Now Carol was securely yoked.

The yoke was made of hard and heavy wood, and Carol felt the weight. She could twist the yoke a little, but this rubbed her neck and pinched her wrists while not gaining her anything. She screamed with frustration.

She screamed again when the men sat her down and Manulu put her ankles into stocks. The stocks were similar to the yoke, except there were only two cutouts, and Carol's ankles were held about two feet apart. She was accustomed to nudity, but this much exposure made her blush. The men gave her casual glances, but naked women were not that unusual on the island. Carol had no special features, except that her pubic hair was brown instead of black.

Manulu picked up Carol's sarong and the men left the jail. Carol cried, "Wait! You didn't tell me how long I have to stay here."

"Like Chief Tonongo said, until your spirit is in harmony."

"How long will that take?"

Manulu shrugged. "Who knows? It could take a day, a month, or a year. The spirits will tell the chief when everything is in harmony, and you will be released then."

Carol just couldn't believe this. She was rich and powerful. How could she be the helpless and humiliated captive of an ignorant, superstitious old man? It defied the proper order of things. And he could keep her like this for a year? She screamed again.

Carol sat alone in the jail for several hours. The yoke was heavy and uncomfortable. It seemed to her that her body had disappeared. She could see her hands and a part of her shins, but the rest of her body was hidden from her view by the yoke and the stocks. She wondered if this was supposed to help her get in harmony with the spirits.

Sometime after noon Nila arrived at the jail. She was carrying a bottle of water and a bowl.

"Hello, Carol. I suppose you are thirsty." She held the bottle to Carol's mouth.

Carol drank the water. The yoke on her neck made her totally dependent on someone else for all her basic needs, and this frightened her. "Nila, take this yoke off. You can do it." The wooden locking pins were just tied in place with thin rope.

"I am sorry, but you must wear yoke all day. I will feed you now." Nila used her fingers to scoop up the paste in her bowl and feed it to Carol. Carol grimaced, but she ate all the paste. Licking Nila's fingers gave her a strange feeling.

She had another concern. "Uh, Nila, I have to pee. Can you let me loose?"

"Yes, I can help you." Nila removed the stocks from Carol's ankles and Carol groaned with pleasure as she brought her knees together.

Nila helped Carol stand up and led her to the sand heap. Carol protested, "I don't want to pee out here in front of everybody. Don't you have indoor plumbing on this island?"

"Yes, but you may not enter a building unless your spirit is in harmony."

Carol gave in to the inevitable and squatted on the sand heap. Nila held on to the yoke to steady her. When Carol finished Nila helped her stand and led her back under the jail roof.

"Sit down, Carol. I have to put the stocks back on your ankles."

"No. I don't want that."

"Please cooperate. If you do not I will have to call Manulu and he will be very angry with you. He will force the stocks on you and he will leave them there always. You will not like that."

Carol considered that to be an understatement. She sat down and let Nila lock the stocks back on her ankles. She would get her revenge later.

Nila kissed Carol's forehead. "I must go now. I will be back later. Please meditate and try to align your spirit with the nature spirits."

Carol spent the rest of the day sitting in the jail. She didn't have anything else to do except watch the rain, so she tried to align her spirit, but since she didn't even know if she had one there was no way to measure her progress. Every couple of hours Nila visited her and gave her some water and helped her pee if she needed to. Carol looked forward to these visits more and more as the day dragged on.