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You would have thought that between you eating out Captain Wilson's widow, and then her jacking you off to an amazing climax that things would be different. However, after a moment when you thought there was something there between you and Amala, she climbs to her feet and turns her attention back to busyness.

"OK, John," she adjusts the colorful dress and turns her attention to where you can just see where the stream you followed down through the jungle meets the incoming waves. "Let's go see if our fish trap caught anything." It has only been a little over an hour since you finished the trap, and you wonder if she is being a little optimistic, but you remember seeing a bunch of little fish when you were setting up the trap, so who knows.

To your delight, and Amala's too, you see three good sized fish swimming slowly in circles trying to find their way back to the deeper water. They're trapped, but still moving around in the area the size of a good-sized bathtub.

"How do we get them out?" You ask, growing accustomed to relying on Amala for direction.

"A fish spear, I think." Amala is already using her knife to harvest a long thin sapling. "It will give us practice under ideal conditions." You watch as she splits the end of the shaft into four prongs with the chef's knife. A little whittling, and some small wedges to open the prongs fastened with a wrapping made of a tough strip of fibrous palm frond, and she hands you a six-foot fish spear that looks like it might just work. "Get started with that, John. I'll make another and come join you."

You remember from a physics class years ago something about aiming where the fish isn't, but actually the water is so shallow that it turns out not to matter. By the time Amala joins you you've managed to skewer two of the slower fish, and she neatly spears the last one that had eluded your last series of careful attempts.

Less than an hour later, with a full cooler of water, three fish roasting on flat rocks on the fire and clothes that are almost dry, you realize just how much you got done. Amala seems to agree because she stretches out in the shade of the sail and stretches her arms high above her head contentedly.

"I'm going to set some ground rules, John." The captain's widow announces, "You know ... about us."