as the McCaw began to tell his tale in Spanish
. . . much too long to repeat here . . . the
jist of it was, as G & J scarfed the food,
that this was indeed a cruise ship that had
sunk to the bottom of the sea, losing all on
board. It had set sail from the coast of the
McCaw islands and sunk in the deepest blue
of the Skeleton Keyes. No one saw the ship
again; not in that area of the country anyway.
“Pues, como veniste aca?” asked Simeon. (well,
how did you get here?) G thought, who was ever
going to believe they were sucked down a well,
but how else could she explain it? Well, so what?
Here was this seven foot tall Spanish speaking
McCaw traveling around for an eternity with a dead
crew on a ship that moved by itself, so why would
getting sucked down a well seem so strange to him?
concluded G. So she told him the story.
After about 1500 years, an under water volcano
lifted the ship up and spit it out onto the Bay
of Owls. That’s where they had just come from
~ only in Spanish : “Bahia de los Tecolotes.”
The only ones now left on the ship were, Simeon,
the giant McCaw, and a skeleton crew. They became
known around the various ports though, and Simeon
was able to go and trade pearls, oysters, and
fish, for the food that they carried. Of course
they didn’t need much, with a skeleton crew.
Here Julio almost laughed out loud and sorta
snorted in his drink.
“Y ahora, que haces?” asked G. (and now what
do you do?) “Estamos cruzando los mares para
la eternidad ayudando a los perdidos,” said Simeon.
(We are crossing the oceans for eternity helping
those that are lost) “Then you must be really
really old,” said J.
Now it was time for G’s tale and some of that
fruit salad with whipped cream! Julio had whipped
cream all around the edges of his mouth. “Bueno”
says G, “Estamos buscando una puerta or entrada
para regresar al nuestro mundo. (We are trying
to find a door or entrance to return to our world).