to land was armed with high-powered rifles.
Within an hour, most of the crew had been
brought ashore, and they began setting up a
campsite and collecting coconuts and bananas. By
the late afternoon, almost four dozen wild pigs had
been killed and carried to the campsite strapped to
long poles carried on the shoulders of the successful hunters. The sub’s kitchen staff began butchering the wild animals and preparing them for the
freezer. One large boar was set up on a makeshift
spit and the crew took turns cranking as the wild
pig roasted slowly over a wood fire.
The Winters family marveled at the efficiency of the crew. They all seemed to quickly adapt to
their new surroundings. By early evening, the
kitchen staff had set up a simple buffet line. The
crew had also found several breadfruit trees on the
north end of the island, and the kitchen staff had
boiled the fruit. They claimed it would taste like a
boiled potato. A chainsaw cut down a few palm
trees, and they were dragged around the barbeque
fire pit to provide seating for the Winters family
and the crew.
The large boar was a bit tough, but the slow
roasting on the spit had created a delightful dinner. It had been several weeks since any of the
crew had seen anything other than the interior of
their submarine and sitting out on the beach and
breathing in the salt air was a pleasant therapeutic
relief.
Chapter 17
Josh found me as I was drinking a cup of
coffee. “We need to secure our long term supply of
produce and meat. Why don’t you and I fly over
with Blaine to Immokalee and look for survivors.
There must be a few people there. I need to talk to
them about supplying us with fresh produce.”
“Josh, I think that’s a good idea, but we
need to be careful. These people need to be welcomed to our community if they want to come.
We’ve got to approach things as if we’re all in this
together.”
As Blaine, Josh and I prepared to leave on
our trip to Immokalee, I noticed an announcement
posted on the entrance to our apartment building.
Patty had prepared the rules for our upcoming
election. Persons wishing to serve on the Board of
Governors should file their names with her by the
end of the day tomorrow. A town meeting would be
held in two days where each person running for
office could speak and others in the community
could also provide information. Everyone over
eighteen years of age could vote, and the secret
ballet would be held immediately after the town
hall meeting. The process seemed pretty simple
and straightforward.
The Piper Cub had seating for four, and
Josh squeezed into the rear seat. Blaine started up
the plane’s single-engine, and after checking on a
few of the instruments, he began taxiing out of the
parking lot and down the street leading away from
the apartments. He made a right turn onto the circular road surrounding the campus and then another right turn at a stop sign. The airplane moved
onto a relatively straight portion of the road and
Blaine applied the brakes.
He completed a final check of his instruments and then advanced the throttle until the
plane was shaking. Then he released the brakes,
and the little Piper Cub shot down the straight
road and into the air.
Blaine headed east and leveled out at 1500
feet. From this altitude we had a good view of the
countryside as we worked our way east toward the
town of Immokalee. Fifteen minutes later we
buzzed the town and began circling overhead in a
one mile diameter circle. After a few minutes,
Blaine began moving our plane further outward
from the center of town.
Josh was the first to see about twenty people standing outside a group of apartments. Blaine
buzzed them and then looked for a place to land
the Piper Cub. There was a relatively flat grassy
field alongside the apartment, but Blaine preferred
an asphalt road a half mile away from the crowd.
He throttled back the engine, extended the
plane’s flaps, and lined up the plane on the road’s
yellow
Within an hour, most of the crew had been
brought ashore, and they began setting up a
campsite and collecting coconuts and bananas. By
the late afternoon, almost four dozen wild pigs had
been killed and carried to the campsite strapped to
long poles carried on the shoulders of the successful hunters. The sub’s kitchen staff began butchering the wild animals and preparing them for the
freezer. One large boar was set up on a makeshift
spit and the crew took turns cranking as the wild
pig roasted slowly over a wood fire.
The Winters family marveled at the efficiency of the crew. They all seemed to quickly adapt to
their new surroundings. By early evening, the
kitchen staff had set up a simple buffet line. The
crew had also found several breadfruit trees on the
north end of the island, and the kitchen staff had
boiled the fruit. They claimed it would taste like a
boiled potato. A chainsaw cut down a few palm
trees, and they were dragged around the barbeque
fire pit to provide seating for the Winters family
and the crew.
The large boar was a bit tough, but the slow
roasting on the spit had created a delightful dinner. It had been several weeks since any of the
crew had seen anything other than the interior of
their submarine and sitting out on the beach and
breathing in the salt air was a pleasant therapeutic
relief.
Chapter 17
Josh found me as I was drinking a cup of
coffee. “We need to secure our long term supply of
produce and meat. Why don’t you and I fly over
with Blaine to Immokalee and look for survivors.
There must be a few people there. I need to talk to
them about supplying us with fresh produce.”
“Josh, I think that’s a good idea, but we
need to be careful. These people need to be welcomed to our community if they want to come.
We’ve got to approach things as if we’re all in this
together.”
As Blaine, Josh and I prepared to leave on
our trip to Immokalee, I noticed an announcement
posted on the entrance to our apartment building.
Patty had prepared the rules for our upcoming
election. Persons wishing to serve on the Board of
Governors should file their names with her by the
end of the day tomorrow. A town meeting would be
held in two days where each person running for
office could speak and others in the community
could also provide information. Everyone over
eighteen years of age could vote, and the secret
ballet would be held immediately after the town
hall meeting. The process seemed pretty simple
and straightforward.
The Piper Cub had seating for four, and
Josh squeezed into the rear seat. Blaine started up
the plane’s single-engine, and after checking on a
few of the instruments, he began taxiing out of the
parking lot and down the street leading away from
the apartments. He made a right turn onto the circular road surrounding the campus and then another right turn at a stop sign. The airplane moved
onto a relatively straight portion of the road and
Blaine applied the brakes.
He completed a final check of his instruments and then advanced the throttle until the
plane was shaking. Then he released the brakes,
and the little Piper Cub shot down the straight
road and into the air.
Blaine headed east and leveled out at 1500
feet. From this altitude we had a good view of the
countryside as we worked our way east toward the
town of Immokalee. Fifteen minutes later we
buzzed the town and began circling overhead in a
one mile diameter circle. After a few minutes,
Blaine began moving our plane further outward
from the center of town.
Josh was the first to see about twenty people standing outside a group of apartments. Blaine
buzzed them and then looked for a place to land
the Piper Cub. There was a relatively flat grassy
field alongside the apartment, but Blaine preferred
an asphalt road a half mile away from the crowd.
He throttled back the engine, extended the
plane’s flaps, and lined up the plane on the road’s
yellow
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