Day 31
After breakfast, Joshua and I went to visit the elders.
I explained that we would be getting payment for the ship sometime soon.
It took a little work to try to explain currency to a people who hold most of their resources in community.
Joshua noted that sometimes other tribes visited and traded goods – so I used that – to give them a basic idea of what I was talking about.
I explained that we would have choices for what we received in “trade”. I started going down through my categories: fishing, hunting, grains, woodworking, medicines, and cookware.
The concepts were hard for them to picture so I started walking them through the process – and explaining what advantages the items would provide.
The easy place to start was the fishing nets. They had already seen what those could do. They agreed that they’d like a couple of those.
Next, I moved to the knives. They didn’t really see what was so special about them – but they were willing to take my word for it.
Crud! I even had that item in my hand, and they still couldn’t see what I was trying to show – how was I going to communicate the more intangible benefits of some of the items?
I talked about the idea of making clothing that was lighter and cooler. They felt my shirt. That idea seemed to resonate. That kind of surprised me.
I showed them my camp-shovel and try to describe how a larger version would make soil-work more efficient. They nodded their approval.
I talked about my woodworking project and how I knew of tools that would make those things easier. They were having trouble, of course, picturing what I was saying. They ended up just telling me to do what I thought was best.
They poo-poo’d the medicine idea – not trusting anything they didn’t know. I kind of expected that – and scratched it off my list.
I talked about the motorboat but framed it as a way to transport trade-goods to islands that were too far to reach by canoe. They weren’t sure about that but, again, told me to do whatever I thought was best for the tribe.
I asked about the guns and – as I’d expected – they weren’t keen on increasing the armory. After a demonstration of what the pistol & shotgun could do, however, they agreed to permit me to buy a little more ammo and work with the weapons-team to make them proficient – but the firearms would only be used for defense. They seemed relieved when I assured them that this had been my intention all along.
Bringing the leaders back to the council fire, I tried to describe the cookware that I was proposing and, again, they just, basically, told me to do whatever I thought was best.
As I described these things to them, I realized the women were going to be handling the items while they were very hot – and added a few pairs of welding gloves to my list. I didn’t want anybody getting burned!
After I had gone through all of the ideas on my list, the chief clapped me on the shoulder and told me to rest my brain and go do some honest work.
Although I knew he was just ribbing me a little, I was really hopeful that – when this was over – they’d see the true benefit of some of what I was proposing. Actually, I was hoping that all of it would succeed and be as helpful as I thought it would be.
The chief put his hands on my shoulders and told me that I worried too much.
His wife stuck her head in between us and told him that somebody needed to think about the future because the elders spent too much time sitting around with their pipes.
He laughed and hugged her – shooing me away -then went and joined the elders who were sitting at the council fire, smoking.
Joshua was at the carpenter’s hut. I asked him if he thought I needed something more for the guns than to just put them on the little shelf I had them sitting on. He said “no”.
The villagers were very respectful about not entering other people’s homes but I still worried. I had taken to hiding the stuff-sack with the ammo in it in my rafters – out of reach of the kids.
I decided to update my shopping list – to add a lockable chest for the firearms as well as an ammo-box. They really wouldn’t cost that much, and it would help my peace of mind.
My next thought was that, even with everything on my growing list, we were going to have a lot of money left over.
I was going to need to set up an account at one of the mainland banks, in the tribe’s name, to hold the money we didn’t spend.
After lunch, I ended up at the lumberyard, trimming palm trees. My chat with the elders had gotten me out of manual labor for the morning but my work-crew wouldn’t be happy if I spent all day talking and didn’t carry my share of the load (literally).
As we worked, I thought some more about my list. By the time we were headed to the evening meal, I had to run home and scribble down the things I’d thought of before I forgot them again.
For Megan’s project, I decided to go ahead and buy some linen cloth. That would give the women something to start working with – and show us what our end-product was supposed to look like – from flax to finish. Along with the cloth, we would need needles & thread.
Clothing had been my first thought for the cloth, but I also wondered if we could make some kinds of sheets for the beds. Would that just make them hotter and not really any more comfortable?
I’d already been sketching out an idea for a raised bed with a wooden frame and a grid of criss-crossed ropes for the mattress to lie on. I’d seen pictures of something like this from log-cabin days and I figured it would be more comfortable than lying on the bamboo flooring – but would it be hotter?
Day 32
We spent the whole day chopping palm trees with stone axes.
I wanted to use my camping-saw but it’s not made for tree trunks – it was really only good for limbs – and (even then) you don’t want them to be too large.
As they say, many hands make light work and we – eventually – got through all of the trees we had removed to make way for a larger stand of bamboo.
I still wondered if a small sawmill would be useful but they really didn’t use planks for anything. Would that change if they had access to them?
The next problem with buying a sawmill was how to power it. There’s no electricity – and I didn’t want to build a solar farm – so that meant gas-powered – which means gasoline.
I was already NOT looking forward to figuring out how to store (and keep stabile) the fuel that we were going to need for the small boat I was planning to buy.
After lunch, we went back to finish up the palm logs we’d been working on.
This time, we were cutting them into the 6-foot lengths for the floor beams to sit on.
That was like three times as many cuts as before. We were probably going to be another day getting these items finished.
Each item was checked by an overseer with a knotted rope – making sure that the cuts were uniform (at least within reason).
It was definitely easy to see how this planning helped them throw a new hut up in less than a day – but it took a lot of forethought and labor.
The kids had foot-races after the evening meal. I think I missed half of the heats because I was nodding off. Megan guided me back to the hut and didn’t even force me to salve her libido before she wrapped her arms around me, kissed me softly, and laid her forehead against mine.
Day 33
I swear I didn’t even notice the heat anymore. Joshua asked me why I persisted in wearing my limited number of shirts.
Honestly, it was partially out of fear that the villagers would be blinded by the sun shining off of my pale body – but I still had a little fear of massive sunburn – although – seriously – even with the UV being limited by our clothing – Megan and I were pretty bronzed at that point.
I got to join Joshua’s team again. Maybe I’ve finally learned everything I need to know. I kind of doubt it.
We scouted (Is it still called “hunting” if you don’t bring anything back?) in the morning and checked traps in the afternoon.
The only thing we found were some of the big rats – which were added to the crocodile traps – although I think the huge reptiles might actually be more attracted to the bait that has been fermenting for a day or two. It’s nasty!
After dinner, that night, Megan was ready to make up for not getting any attention the night before.
The moon was close to full – but wouldn’t be visible until later – which meant it would get very dark.
By the time I had sucked & licked her through a full orgasm, it was totally dark in the hut and we had to do the rest by feel.
At first, I tried teasing her by sneaking around the room and poking her from different angles.
I couldn’t actually see in the darkness but I was getting better at listening to her breathing and knowing where she was at.
My game was cut short, however, when she growled at me and told me to get my dick inside of her.
I stated that I’d be able to grope, rub, and tease a little more if she were on top, but she didn’t go for it. She said she was happy to limit herself to JUST have her “bell rung” and her pussy filled with “awesome sauce”.
Since I already had her growling at me, I decided that it probably wasn’t wise to do the “super slow” thing, and just set a steady pace, slightly faster than normal.
She stopped talking – and started making animal sounds – so I assumed that meant I’d chosen wisely.
I snuck in my kisses – and I may have pinched a nipple or two – but I mostly just fucked my cock in & out of my sister’s tight pussy.
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