For a bunch of civilized people, we weren't doing at all bad at living in the jungle on a deserted island. Not that I would do this sort of thing by choice, but it was good to feel that we could deal with it. I started to wonder if there was any way we could make fire. That would really give us a leg-up as a primitive culture. If we worked really hard at it, we might make it up to the Iron Age before we all died of Old Age.
After we stocked our larder, those of us who thought we knew some woodcraft got together and tried to lick the fire problem. They were well on their way to finding a solution when the whole sss-tribe thing fell apart.
Pam had been down by the beach, collecting and sorting coconuts. She came running back waving her arms.
"A boat! There's a boat coming. We're saved! We
