Chapter 3
The following morning I awoke feeling as though I’d been reborn. I was smiling and could vaguely recall happy dreams. I turned in my hammock to watch Andy as he slept. He was snoring, although it was more like loud breathing than the disruptive, bone rattling elephant trumpets my father used to produce when he slept. His c**k was hard, but that was nothing unusual for a healthy forty-year old man. The sight of it, knowing it had been inside me the day before, soon had my c**k in a similar state.
I knew I was falling in love with him. Perhaps I’d already fallen.
Later, after we’d all eaten breakfast, Andy and I, along with Paolo, a Colombian sailor, and James and Eddie, a couple, Andy told me, who had been together for almost two years, took our spears and knives and disappeare
