Fortunately, the most important need we would have had been saved. The large Styrofoam chests filled with food and beer had been washed ashore. There ...as enough food to feed an army for quite awhile. The captain of the boat, Bob Stanton had laid in this cargo to deliver to a small resort during our trip. For some reason almost all of the containers had made it.After we recomposed ourselves, Tom and Bill decided they would go out and scout around and see whatever there was. John, Bob and Andrew. After reheating the blades until they were verging on yellow I hammered the steel until it was finally shaped. I cooled the steel first in an oil bath and then in warm water. I finished shaping the blades by using the blacksmith's grinding wheel to smooth and put an edge on them. I used a deer horn to make a handle for the knife and hardwood for the scalpels, as well as using iron brads to fasten the handles together.For the first time I am receiving some respect from the men for a skill I have. Finally, after trying to get his attention and failing, I stepped down off the stage and went over and helped myself to a beer and said hi to Bessymae on my way by. "Hi Wilbur," she said and I stopped and asked her what was wrong.The beers were starting to get to her a little bit and she answered with the whole truth. "Wilbur, I'm big as an ox and twice as ugly. No man in his right mind would even look twice at me." She looked down at her glass of beer and than back up at me and said, "God. My pussy is not really sore my love. Will you fuck me now?” I rolled her onto her back and mounted her. Her pussy was not only not sore it was soaked. “Oh Terry I wish …..” and then she stopped. I didn’t say anything. I figured she wanted to say something but circumstances wouldn’t let her. I took it slowly and she moaned and kissed me constantly. I didn’t fuck her. I made love to her. Passionate and adoring as I made her shiver and shake. I was lost in the moment. When I finally came we both.