Bathurst Island Miracle

YOU CAN FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES

BETWEEN THE TIGRESS AND EUPHRATES RIVERS

A Congealing of Spirits on an Island

By Izzy Ess of Spiritualness

Luke could feel it in his bones.  A storm was brewing.  He was sailing quite alone in his small sailboat on the lake behind his cottage.  The wind was picking up.  It was all he could do to steer toward the shore of Bathurst Island in the very middle of Lake Bathurst.  Bathurst was becoming hard to see as rain and sleet bombarded him.  Exhausted and soaking wet, he grounded his boat on a small sandy beach, jumped into the shallow water and pulled his boat completely out of the water onto the sandy dune.  He pulled his sail down and secured it.  Looking around, he spotted a kind of hut in front of the pine trees in the middle of the tiny island on which he found himself.  Running hard and dodging rain drops, he got to the open door of the thatched hut and stepped inside.  Luke surprised a scorpion which scurried off toward a tiny hole in the floor boards and disappeared under the floor.  He found a cupboard with some dry towels and towelled off.  Ensuring that the hut was unoccupied, he took his clothes off and dried himself.  There was an oversized old sweater in a drawer of a small dresser.  He pulled the sweater over his head and pushed his arms into the sleeves.  He retrieved an old pair of sailor’s pants with a rope for a belt.  He stepped into the old pants and tied a bow with the rope.  He’d already taken off his Nike boat-top shoes and turned them upside down to drain the water out and let them dry.  The wind was getting fiercer.  Suddenly, the thatching on the roof was blown away.  He spotted a trap door in the corner of the one room hut and lifted up the door.  Underneath, there was a spiral stair case made of wrought iron.  He descended.  Luke was surprised that  there was a stone constructed dungeon underneath the floor.  It was huge, perhaps a hundred feet long and a hundred feet wide.  And, in the middle of the dungeon was a fireplace with a blazing fire.  The fire provided light and heat.  Around the hearth were old fashioned wooden Muskoka chairs.  He sat in one and enjoyed the warmth of the wood log fire, and fell asleep.

When he awoke, he tried to sit up but couldn’t.  He had been strapped tightly into the chair and couldn’t wiggle free.  His arms were tightly held by leather straps, as were his legs.  A blanket had been used to cover him.  It was comfortable but the restriction of his arms and legs and waist did not allow him to arise, at all.  Luke’s eyes became accustomed to the dimness of the glowing logs, on top of which some flickering remains of the blazing fire in front of which he’d slept.  He startled when he saw a women with a spear appear in front of him.  She wore an animal skin outfit with a single shoulder strap.  She had a husky, sexy voice and told him, he was safe and quite secure.  She warned him not to struggle or to try getting out of the old chair.  Her left breast was exposed and indicated someone who was about thirty years of age.  Her shoulders were quite broad and muscular.  Her legs were long and shapely.  Her feet were bare.

“Greetings,” she said with a Richard Burton English accent.  “My name is Hildegard.  You can call me Hildie.  What’s your name, my handsome slave?”

When Luke attempted to reply, his voice was hoarse.  He cleared his throat and was able to say, “Lucas, Ma’am.  Most people called me Luke.  Where in effin’ Hell am I?”

“I call it Effinhell, myself,” Hildie quietly replied and smiled.  “I come from Effingham in England.  I’ve been here for over a year.  I don’t keep count of the days, so I’m not really sure how long it’s really been.  I have some bad news for you and us.  Your boat was struck by lightning and is now a pile of ashes.  The sail may still be useful because the rain had soaked it and it singed but didn’t burn.  The name of the boat was still legible.  It was the Mariah, eh?  The wind has let up and it’s not raining as hard as it was when you arrived last evening.  You’re comfortable, I hope.  You must be hungry and thirsty and stiff, I assume.  Breakfast is getting done.  Would you like me to undo your straps so you can stretch and walk off your stiffness.”  She looked at his groin as she uncovered him and smiled.  “May I help you with this other kind of stiffness?”

Luke couldn’t say no to this kind offer and nodded.  It felt wonderful when she bent over and took his stiffness in her mouth and tongued it.  He reached a climax quickly and shot his hot load into her throat.  She smiled at him as he unclenched his eyes to see her now as truly beautiful.  He offered his services and she smiled again.  She nodded her consent and did a backward bend presenting Luke her private parts which were exposed by her positioning herself in front of Luke’s face.  He bent his head forward and licked her clitoris until she screamed and convulsed.

“Thank you Lucas.  That was grand.  It’s been a while.”  She did a neat gymnastic nip-up to a standing position over Luke and slowly undid his restrictive straps.  Then she shook his hand with a very firm grip.  Luke responded with his own firm grip.  She held on to assist his getting to his feet.  He felt a little unsteady but recovered quickly.  Luke lunged for her but she was prepared.  She punched him in the stomach and he fell to his knees in pain.  She menaced him with her serious-looking spear and he held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.  Hildie smiled and said, “If you do that again, I’ll spear you through and hang you on the wall and eat your flesh for lunch.  Understood?”

Luke nodded his head and let his arms fall to the floor.  Hilda helped him stand, all the while keeping the spear point aimed at his heart.  He gently pushed the spear aside and said, “You win, my pretty lass.  I will co-operate and be a model prisoner.  I am your prisoner, aren’t I?”

“I was wishing for a partner, Luke.  I don’t want a prisoner.  I need assistance and you’re the first person that I’ve seen for a long time.  Deal?”  She offered her strong hand and he grasped it firmly and said quietly and submissively, “I’m your man Friday, Ms. Hildie.  I am really hungry.  I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.  Whatcha got?”  Hildie smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.  “I have a duck on a spit over the fire.  It should be ready now.  All I have to drink is some cold water from a spring that supplies it close to my dungeon.  I searched your boat.  You had nothing to eat on it.  But you did have some unscathed cans of beer.  Would you like some?”  Luke smiled and said, “Oh would I!”

The new couple ate the well-cooked tender duck and guzzled down the warm Budweiser beers after clicking the cans together in a silent toast to their fresh partnership.  Thereafter, while it was still pouring outside, they walked around naked and brought each other up to date on what had been their former lives:

Luke was a successful doctor in Toronto where he had a large practice as a Psychiatrist.  He had finished his medical school at the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Toronto.  He completed his residency and qualifying examinations at Henderson Psychiatric Hospital in Hamilton, Ontario.  He was divorced and had no children.  He had come to Bathurst in the cottage district in Northern Ontario for a well-deserved break, some rest and recreation.  After his divorce, he had dated several women, mainly nurses at the hospital and mainly for one-night or one-weekend stands.

Hildie was a nurse in Effingham and had been living with a young physician who had left her for a younger nurse.  There had been no children and she had had two induced, first trimester abortions.  Basically, she avoided men and dating and spent her leisure time with female friends, in bars and restaurants.  She had decided to travel to Canada for a long vacation to do some quiet thinking about herself and her relationships with kith and kin.  Her large family in Effingham was quite supportive and she spent a lot of time with her siblings on a large farm north of London, England.  She still thought a lot about the doctor, whom she thought had loved her for about three years before he split and took off with his other woman, who’d been waiting for their splitting up.  She had rented a cottage on the mainland, probably in proximity to Luke’s.  She had taken up sailing and had been trapped on Bathurst Island, just like Luke.  Her boat had been destroyed and she had survived by building her underground shelter and eating whatever fish or fowl she could spear.  In addition there was the fortuitous finding of a fresh water spring and rivulet and several bushes full of wild berries that didn’t poison her and were quite delicious when ripe.

Both of them were pleasantly surprised by the ease of sexual relations that occurred.  They discussed it and found they both were always hoping they would find someone to love.  It seemed to be love at first sight for both of them.  There was never any urgency to leave the island.  It was obvious that they were happy to have found each other, even in these odd circumstances.  Easily, they established “household” duties and routines and practically whistled while they worked cleaning up and making each other comfortable.  They gathered logs and tried to lash together a make-shift raft with a centre post for what was left of Luke’s sail and some ropes that had survived.  The first attempts produced some possibilities but everytime they tried to sail their crafts, they sank into the shallow water around the out of the way island.  None of the electronics survived so that no radio contact could be made with anyone on the mainland.  Some small airplanes fly over the island from time to time, but no pilot apparently saw them waving desperately.  They spelt, “HELP,” with some rocks on the small sandy beach.  That wasn’t spotted by any of the pilots who flew over, or near, Bathurst Island.  Nor did the fires they lit on the beach attract any boaters that they could see on the Lake.

About a year went by, and then, two.  Hildie became pregnant and both of them delivered a healthy baby girl.  She was delightful and had a happy personality.  They expanded their underground dungeon and even built some rooms extending out from the central area with the fire pit.  They built crude mattresses for their beds and some crude furniture for tables and chairs.  They speculated that someone had lived on the Island some years back and had abandoned some Muskoka chairs which still were utile.  They tried building a small rocking chair for Suzanne, their happy daughter, who was delighted with her wooden toys that they contrived.  Suzanne was as bright as both her parents and learned to walk and talk almost right away.  They started keeping track of the passing days and seasons.  They figured that Suzanne was three years and three months old when help finally arrived.

A relatively large sailing vessel seemed to be coming right at them when they spotted it during a picnic lunch on the small beach.  They dressed in their make-shift clothes so as not to greet the visitors stark naked, which was their usual state.  They could see the large craft throw its anchor overboard, about fifty feet from the shoreline of Bathurst Island.  They watched excitedly as four sailors in striped t-shirts and white sailors pantaloons, paddled toward them.  There were two women and two men in the self-inflating rubber raft.  Hildie, Luke and Suzanne waved enthusiastically as the sailors waved back at them with their paddles uplifted.

Suddenly, the skies darkened with thunder clouds and it began to rain.  It was a driving rain with frequent lightning.  One large thunder bolt struck the large sailboat and it was set afire.  Another self-inflating raft was thrown into the shallow water and four more sailors got aboard and started paddling toward the other raft and the shore of Bathurst Island.  The unthinkable had happened.  Now there were eleven stranded, wet and exhausted people on the Island.  Everyone exchanged stories in the evening by the dungeon fire while the duck was roasting.

In excursions to the burnt up boat, they found some frozen food and bottled wine that could be brought to shore and consumed.  The electronic gear for radioing was irreparably destroyed.  They tried to fashion flares that could be rocketed into the air.  There was never a response that could have led to rescue effort for the group of eleven new friends.  The arrivals were all siblings of a large family from Cobalt, Ontario, north of North Bay on Lake Nipissing.  The family had been enriched by the silver in the silver mine underneath Cobalt.  The grandparents had built themselves a lovely mansion with their silver riches.  The mansion accommodated the miner’s four children.  The group that landed was the eight siblings of one of those children.  This sibling group, four women and four men, were on an extended vacation and had hired the sailboat recently to sail around the Bathurst Lake.  Their aim was to just relax and take a break from their busy lives in New Liskeard where all of them were very highly educated professions in the fields of Medicine, Nursing and Law.  Later on, they estimated that their mean IQ was 145 amongst the ten stranded sailors and Suzanne, the only true “NBI, a Native Bathurst Islander.”

 

The group of eleven were very co-operative.  Plans were made to extend the rooms underground and make some fancy furniture and more mattresses.  Initially, they shared their body heats beside each other on the mattresses.  Some of the brothers and sisters helped each other with their sexual needs, wants and desires.  A homosexual couple emerged, which surprised no one in particular.  Incestuousness was not a major problem with the males and females who were siblings.  Even Suzanne was quite co-operative with the sleeping arrangements and the sharing of the body heats and certain private parts.  No one yelled or screamed at night, while murmuring and whispering abounded.  Luke and Hildie enjoyed conviviality with all their guests and slept around, a bit, at first.  One particular brother and his sister were becoming popular because of certain body attributes that were attractive to the group.  They accommodated everyone that asked to be accommodated without any reservations or apparent inhibitions.  Suzanne was also popular as a sleeping partner because of her delight at finding something new to do, or someone new to do a favour for.  A standing ovation was a common morning habit for just about everyone who was accommodating.  All had quickly realized that accommodation was the way to go, instead of making habits of adhering to a set pattern of daily life.  The cooking and the cleaning were effortless, apparently.  Pitching in with everything made life a happy thing.  Spirituality abounded and a Heaven here on Earth was quietly established.

About a year later, the whirring of some helicopter blades, like a track from the album of Pink Floyd’s, The Wall, get everyone out on the beach, stark naked, to wave enthusiastically.  Another two helicopters arrived with cables and cradles to get them all aboard.  The helipad at Bathurst Hospital drew a huge crowd of staff to help the group of eleven naked rescued people get blanketed and led to the ER of the hospital.  Everyone was allowed unlimited calling privileges.  Hildie called her kith and kin in Effingham, Great Britain, to tell them she was safe and sound.  The others called their kith in kin in the Tri-city area of Ontario and in other cities in Southern Ontario.  They were all discharged and declared quite fit to leave.  The Group of Eleven gathered in the cafeteria and suffered through a bland, mundane, hospital lunch.  Reporters arrived from many TVnetworks and newspapers, locally and from around the world to interview, tape and photograph the members of the Group.  The crowds dispersed around supper time.  The Group was treated to Bathurst’s finest Restaurant, The Haven, for the supper hour, which was undisturbed by outsiders.

Hildie spoke the unspoken deep desire for all of them.  They asked if there was anywhere they could reside that would preserve the accommodating life-styles that they had developed.  The wealthier of them, drew up a plan for all of them.  It was quickly adopted.  They would return to whatever place they called their home and meet again, in six months’ time, on Bathurst Island.

In six months, they didn’t need the excuse of a thunder storm and lightning strikes to make a small castle and bigger dungeon on the Island to accommodate all the members of the Group of Eleven.  They had found their Peace on Earth with Good Will toward the Men and Women and the Children.  The berries, fish, birds and small animals sufficed for food, forever.  And, the fresh water spring and rivulet, now dubbed, “D’Eau de la Suzanne,” also flowed forever in the second Eden Garden since Babylon.  No Lucifer or Lilith would appear to help them with their normal needs, wants and desires.

Amen and Hallelujah!

THE END

© Izzy Sommers, MD

Welland, Canada

August 18, 2013