- How do I want to swim again Volodya - said my Jane - It is interesting for him for a long time? - She immediately asked how she herself. Looking at Daniel's motorboat sailing toward the shore. The scooter noisily cracked a small water motor suspended from behind and Daniel soon reached the coastal edge of the coast and dragged him to the very shore in front of the local natives of the island's natives. It was evident that he communicated with them, coming up apparently to the eldest of the local fishermen. I asked them about something, gesticulating and explaining on their hands, showing us and the yacht. In response, they also spoke something in their own language. They could hear their loud speech, which was completely incomprehensible to us.

My Jane and I, dressed quickly in clothes so as not to naked to flaunt along the shore, among the local population. Jane in her yellow shirt with some ridiculous picture, denim short

above the knee shorts and red baseball cap. I'm wearing my sailor pants and the color shirt Daniel gave me.

Soon he came back, and the local islanders went home. Apparently Daniel was able to agree on something in his English and gestures with the fishermen by the Indians of this large overgrown dense tropical green and impassable sand jungle along the very coast of the island.

Dani swam back to the boat on the scooter and shouted to us - It's all right! Today you can fix the engine of the yacht. I found what I was looking for. Even more! - he pointed to a palm village on wooden pillars - Local will give everything you need. They still remember me. And the mechanic will also be from the locals! There are their own self-taught mechanics experts!

Daniel climbed aboard the Arabella and raised the rubber boat with the engine onboard the small winch. And lifting the right anchor slowly surpassed Arabella to the Pritan, leaving the left side anchor

on a long chain and tying Arabella to the pier with nylon windlass ropes.

He himself was like a native and was rather similar to the locals. In some light short to the knee shorts. Tanned like my Jane. Up to coal, almost black, and black-haired himself, with curly hair, like his sisters, on his head. What is not local.

Perhaps this helped in communicating with the local islander tribes. To some extent he looked like his own. Although there was an alien for them, like us.

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We spent the whole day among the islanders. There were a lot of kids here. A lot of kids. They were spinning around Jane and me. Looking at my white sailor pants and Daniel's shirt. And my Jane's shorts are her red baseball cap with a large visor and her yellow shirt with a chest color picture. When we also went down to the sandy coast of the island.

- How cool is Volodya! - Jane said enthusiastically, looking around and at me. She was holding the hands of some of the little gopops.

kids jumping up and down beside her. I took one of the smallest in my arms.

We walked with Jane surrounded by loud-voiced kids. Fishermen and pearl divers walked right up to the village. Women and their husbands looked at us, standing and looking back at us walking towards them in the coastal village.

This is one of the many villages on these large jungle islands overgrown with islands in the depths.

We were sheltered in one of the dwellings of a local lonely old woman, and my Jane, as a woman with a woman, quickly found language with her. She gave her a necklace from her treasure collection and a gold ring with a diamond. From the wealth of female ornaments of our civilization that was in her ship cabin.

She gave Jane also decorations for memory from the local treasure of their island. A necklace of large pearls and bone bracelets of Indians from the local fauna.

We were invited soon, as it turns out for a local holiday. This is something like a fisherman's day. Something in our Russian and not quite.

That is, its local alcohol from coconut palms and something else. A lot of all local snacks, and of course dancing to-fall, under

local native music. Drums and some reed woods. But it will be later, a little later, but for now we just

Were guests and had time to get acquainted with all the local villagers of the islands. While Daniel repaired the engine of the yacht with local mechanics, we wandered around the island as guests, and Jane, having thrown her cassette tape recorder on the yacht, kept bathing in the local coral lagoon together with sea turtles.

Jane, I quickly recovered and really was still a swimmer, as Dani said. I did not know about her such ability until I saw it with my own eyes. Daniel not for nothing that I was told about her abilities of deeper immersion. She and without cylinders well and deeply dive, wearing only underwater watches, flippers and lead

counterweight. I was stunned by her so much diving ability. Having dressed in her light suit, for diving, Jane put on one mask and just dived to the depths of the local lagoon playing with coral fish.

Or simply in one of his new striped or yellow bathing suit, she swam, flashing under the water of her half-naked graceful girlish figure, tanned to blackness, around the coastal reefs, admiring the underwater nature of these wonderful islands.

I only watched her from an inflatable rubber boat. For her such diving here, never ceasing to admire his beautiful mermaid.

Having put on an aqualung, he helped her, watching her underwater, insuring her in dives. While Daniel with the island team of mechanics was preparing the yacht, we tried not to interfere in their affairs on board.

Arabella. We just rested and everyone was enjoying each other. Sometimes playing with local kids in their local games.

Jane as a child had fun, forgetting about everything, involving me in those children's young games of young islanders.

She was all interesting here. The very life of native fishermen. And island nature. It is the island nature of these islands lying close together. There was a lot of fauna. Monkeys there are parrots of different species. There were beautiful flowers and even birds of different colors.

coloration, bright, monotonous among those colors and palm trees at the very edge of the coastal water.

Indeed the nature here was beautiful. Especially the coral lagoon and the entire coastal elevation from beneath the clear water, projecting from the great depths of the ocean.

The coast was almost to the water itself, stuck with coconut palms and other vegetation of the tropics.

I remember my Jane, bypassing the coral jar of the barrier reef underwater, stumbled upon the remains of some old ship. I then insured her in the aqualung and followed her in a rubber boat to the very edge of the bay. To a sharp cliff for kilometer depths and my favorite mermaid swam over the edge of this barrier, hanging over the ocean's abyss.

She then emerged and shouted happily that she had found something like a tree overgrown with algae and corals on the very edge

breakage. There was also an old cannon protruding from the stratum of multicolored polyps.

Right in the face. Jane joyful rose immediately to our rubber boat, telling me the good news, inviting with her

under the water. But then I abandoned this undertaking and told Jane that it was time to return to the shore.

We were far from the coast, and I was a little nervous and worried about both of us in the surf zone of the coral island. It was already time to go back, and I told Jane about it.

- Probably, Dani has already repaired the engine - I told her - It's time, darling, already home to our Arabella.

But Jane, not listening to me, put a mask on her pretty girlish face, again dived into the depths. Probably, to that old ship cannon ingrown into a coral reef.

- "Here is a devil!" - I thought - "My beautiful devil!".Soon she emerged again, holding something in her little beautiful fingers in her hand. Jane handed me something similar to some kind of medallion or someone. He was of gold. On a long ... Read more →