Once upon a time on an Island far far away there lived a few hundred people who spent their days fishing, growing fruit spending their evenings drinking Tequila and enjoying the music of the Mariachi band………..El Locos. There were white sandy beaches where people would frolic naked in the deep blue water and occasionally, just occasionally a tourist would venture to this paradise to stay in the only hotel on the island Las Motelo Sixo.One day a young man called Jose A was fishing with his brother from their small boat. It was a beautiful day, the sun was sitting high in the sky radiating the crystal sea. Jose A had already caught enough fish for supper that night and was just thinking about rowing back to shore when he saw something on the horizon. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him and he cupped his hand over them to get a better look……………..no………….there was something there.
Jose A watched as the object got closer. It was huge………..white and shining…………..he could not believe his eyes ………….it was a ship………a huge white ship and it was heading straight for them.
Jose A, woke his brother Jose B who had been enjoying a siesta at the back of the boat oblivious to the fact that while he had been asleep Jose had slipped a crab down his shorts……………he had been dreaming about his senjorita but awoke now in both shock and pain as Carlos the Crab tried to become friends with his nachos ……………….. owwwwwwwwwo…………screamed Jose B……………”nevero mindo thato ” said Jose A……….looko at thato.” he said with disbelief in his voice.
