My partner and I were marine engineers, and we had developed a new type of skin, which regenerated if holed.
A drunken bet one night, and to prove a point, I was to sail around the world in it, to prove my skin worked.
It did, I left England and was sailing into the Pacific; surviving everything that nature could throw at it, which for a life boat was one hell of an achievement.
It even survived fifty calibre bullets shot at it by pirates, but not my radio or engine, so I drifted onto an island.
Deserted no, inhabited by a tribe of Amazonian women, who’s last visitor was some fifty years ago, and had just died after fifty years of servicing these females, fucked to death, what a way to go, or is it?
After several years on the island, I now decided to tell you about my adventures, beaten and used by philosophies of past males, telling these Polynesian style beauties of ways to ensure pregnancy, which I had to endure, or try to change.