Utila

I have at least found out the pirates have taken me off Roatan to the neighboring island of Utila. Here they have hidden me among the white slave traders and forced me to be a servant. Curiously I believe my wife has not noticed my absence. I am well fed and the shakes have stopped but I am without passport or camera. I am sure my swimming skills lack the stamina to swim the distance to Roatan should I even escape. Calling on Hunter Thompson's experience in Curse of Lono, I am going to try an pass myself off as a reincarnation of an island God. Providing of course I can find out about one or if they even have one!

My case of rum is about gone, having to use it to bargain heavily to stay off of outhouse duty...funny when you say it fast!! Ha. I have thrown an empty in the ocean to try and signal help...current goes the other way. Bastards. Maybe someone in Costa Rico will save me.

Care and wishes

C