This little yacht excursion in the Bahamas was a gift from the children to celebrate the twentieth wedding anniversary of Andrew and Billie. (Wesley came down to Nassau a week ahead of everyone else to set it up—scout the situation, check up on the hotel reservations, rent the boat, and so forth.) Andrew is probably in his mid-fifties. He’s retired Navy, rich because he invested in some sort of oil scheme that paid off huge, and a pretty decent guy. If you’re going to get marooned, he’s probably a good fellow to have along. A straight arrow, smart, and tough. He treats me okay, sort of, even though I’m sure he suspects I’ve been “putting it” to Connie.

Connie’s mother, Billie, is only a couple of years older than Thelma. In other words, she’s young enough that you’d logically take her as one of Andrew’s daughters, not his wife. She’s a lot better looking than Thelma, though not quite as hot as Kimberly.

She and Connie look more like sisters than like a mother and daughter. They both have dark tans and golden hair, and wear their hair in the same short, pixie style. Connie is slightly taller. Her mother is a lot fuller in the chest and hips, and of course looks older in the face. Actually, Billie is quite a bit more attractive in many ways than her daughter.

(I’d better make sure none of these folks gets a chance to read what I’m writing here. I’ve only just now started working on this journal, and I’ve already thrown in some stuff that could get me in trouble.) My plan, by the way, is to keep a detailed account of things, and use it as the basis for a “true adventure” sort of book. Which won’t pan out if we get rescued too soon. I’m hoping we’ll have to spend a while here, long enough for there to be a few more dramatic events. For the record, the reason I brought my writing pad when we came to the island is that I’ve been working on some short stories. I plan to win the Belmore fiction writing contest… Man, what an optimist! Maybe none of us will ever get off this island, in which case I might as well forget the writing contest. And a few other things.