Letters from a Shipwreck in the Sea of Suns and Moons

by Raymond St. Elmo

I have bargained with a mysterious stranger who assures me that he can give this letter to a cannibal tribe that preys on head-hunters who prey on pirates who prey on traders who trade with fishermen who pray with missionaries who fish for men who occasionally find their way here and back again, bless their pious hearts. The missionaries' hearts that is. Not that the pirates and cannibals and head-hunters have hearts less pious.

There was more to the list of quarrels but I quit there, realizing it made me sound argumentative. I'm not. They were just wrong and I was right, that's all.

"I would have made a pilgrimage to the highest peak of the Andes, could I there have precipitated him to their base."