When one has been stranded on a deserted island in the pacific for 4 months, the question of what they miss most about civilization arises. Introducing Benjamin Stewart, playboy engineer and inventor, our main character of this particular foray into the mind of mankind. His ship, Thoreau's Salvation, had been a marvel of sustainability, capable of staying on the open ocean for two years without needing to resupply. For all of Mr. Stewarts ingenuity, he did not have his creation vetted by any reputable ship builders to reveal the fatal flaw of pontoon designs on the open ocean-storms. Hence his arrival and subsequent domestication of the island over the course of the past four months.
All of his immediate needs had been secured, the ship's remaining resources had been stripped and floated to the island. The island had been explored and he was comfortable. Benjamin Stewart is now forced to confront the dreams he has been having since he arrived since he is now bored.
I was lying in the shade at the edge of the small forest that covered the islands interior gazing up at the clouds that filled the sky. My tasks for the morning had been completed before my estimated 10 a.m. leaving me with very little that needed to be done for the remainder of my day. Unfortunately, for me the clouds weren't providing the interest I had anticipated. It was woman after woman in various states of undress. This was not unsurprising. I had only built this ship to pass the time until my wife returned from the two year flagship voyage to mars and she had politely made me promise to wait as long as I could between masturbation sessions so our reunion would be more passionate. That promise and the last time we had had sex was eight months ago. I was fulfilling my promise less than admirably, barely managing a week before jerking off prior to wrecking on the island. Since arriving, I had been kept busy enough I had finally managed to start living up to more reasonable expectations but then the dreams began.
