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A Tale Of Two Islands(Part 2 of Two)
James Patton, CRS
Continued From Last Month:
A Long Time Ago, On an Island Far, Far Away, The Solomon Islanders,
In
The Remote Solomon Islands Sea, Named An Island For James...
Here's What Happened.
With Nikolo in command, we set course across the great sea to our destination over the horizon.
On the way, a tropical storm erupted.
Land was not visible in any direction. The sky blackened with uncharacteristic quickness, and Nikolo put the boat at full power. High winds tossed us like toys, while the rain and waves drenched our bones and filled our little boat like a bottle. Trying to steer in any particular direction became useless. Nikolo shut the engine off to conserve fuel -- and pray. In despair, we were aimless flotsam looking for a second chance as the typhoon continued to bud.-------------------------------------------------------
Even with bolts lighting the skies at will, we could hardly see each other or anything else. Salt water invaded our nostrils. Thunder pounded our eardrums. We could hear, but not each other, only wind, rain, and the unrelenting thunderclaps. In darkness, chaos, and a growing chill, rain sheets pelted our sinking vessel, permeating and saturating we, the luckless. Nikolo and I (and no doubt the entire crew) feared the worst. My thoughts focused on life, death, relationships, and the amenities of the port. Then the world stopped.
For a moment, peace and chaos co-existed.
Somehow, in the midst of the black open sea, we had run into an island -- the jagged, beachless, mangrove-ringed island with no name -- tiny, useless, and fruit-free, i.e. "James Island"!In the frenzy of safe (now hallowed) ground, Nikolo directed us to scramble for shelter in the pouring rain.
Remembering the sprouting coconut seeds, almost instinctively I ran back to the haggard boat and grabbed three. An unbelieving Nikolo and the others watched as the unpredictable American (me) returned to their slightly concealed area and did not take shelter. Instead, I sprinted with the nuts to the island's three corners. In the downpour, I planted a coconut at each point, one for each Kennedy brother who had died, shouting in turn above the din of driving rain: "This one's for Bobby…This one's for Joe...This one's for John!" I could not hear Nikolo, but I could see him looking on with great laughter and great approval in the gale force winds.The storm remained sub-hurricane and eventually subsided.
We sailed for the port city. For Nikolo, it was as if nothing had happened. The rest is history: we lived and the seeds took root. To this day, Nikolo tells a story of how James Island got its name -- and how the tiny island next to Kennedy's got fruit.------------------------------------------
The adventure helped shape James' view of things in his five years away from the U.S. If he could change one thing based on his world experiences "I would increase the knowledge and understanding the world's peoples have of each other."
From Fiji to Europe, Marine Corps to Peace Corps, chemistry to anthropology, and teaching to negotiating -- James brings to real estate in Hawaii an expertise grounded in an uncommon combination of skills.
James Patton, CRSToll Free (800) 997 - 8701
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