Page 111 of Totally Wrecked
Rex and Key have collected bananas, lychee, and coconut and are making fruit salads in some of the chipped china from the airplane.
One thing not on the menu?
Chicken.
We figure that the chicken flock originated from the crashed plane. There were bird cages in there, so…
Everyone wanted to be involved in the chicken adventure, so we headed off, carrying a couple of cages. When we got back to where me and Daisy had found them, there were half a dozen of the things. After some slapstick chasing them around, we managed to round up four hens and two roosters. And a handful of the cutest little chicks. They now live on our side of the island, currently in the cages, but Gray is constructing them a coop.
One of the hens is already laying, so we had eggs for breakfast and it was fucking divine. Now we just have to convince Keyara that eating a chicken every now and then is a good idea.
I look over to where she is helping Daisy make flower garlands. It’s not like weneedto eat the chickens. I guess we’ll be pescatarian for a while longer.
KILLIAN
OK, I’ll admit it, this whole island party thing has been a good craic. Leander, that little genius, has just made this island a lot more fun. The umu is outstanding, and the monkey wine? Well, gross but effective.
Leander had brought out a load of soda bottles and the Tushie Tickle box. The liquid inside was an opaque brown.
“Urgh,” Key wrinkled her nose, “that looks disgusting. I don’t want to drink that poop.”
“Good job it’s not for you then isn’t it, noodle!” Leander said, handing drinks out to the rest of us. “And poop? Isn’t that a swear?”
We all shout him down, poop is not a swear.
“What are you calling this stuff?” Rex asks.
“Chateau Atoll— it’s a penal noir.”
Fecking hilarious
I take another slug of the “wine”. “Jesus and all his little angels sing hallelujah,” I tell him. “I feel buzzed!”
He grins back at me, and I can see how pleased he is with himself.
Laughing, Leander moves to Rex to fill his cup. “Here you are, Captain. Something to relax you.”
“Thanks, but someone should keep a clear head.”
Leander looks at the bottle in his hand and back to Rex. “Look, we’ve been working so hard. We’ve finally got the shelter complete, and we’ve got chickens, let's celebrate a little. This stuff probably is 3% tops anyway!”
“Yeah, Rex, have a drink. It would be good for you to stop all that thinking for a while,” adds Gray.
“And don’t forget you have to sing later,” Daisy reminds him.
I watch as Rex crumbles under the pressure.
“Fine,” he growls, then smirks at Daisy, “fill me up, Scottie.”
Half an hour later we all concur that the booze is more than 3%.
“It wasn’t this strong when I tested it yesterday,” Leander slurs.
“That’s because it’s had an extra twenty-four hours to ferment,” Daisy reminds him.
“You should drink more,” Keyara declares, “you all are funny and silly.”
She’s just won at jackstraws—again.
