We are safe and well and stuck here forever.
It was all quite fortunate really.
We were all greased up and ready for roasting when their leader was brought forward to inspect us and… well- look at that nose, check out that jawline! See the family resemblance? No? It’s only my blooming cousin, Devereaux Featheringstonehaugh-Killkaties!
So, safe from becoming the main course in an Extreme Atkins Diet, we got to chatting.
It seems that the World Bank paid him to keep us here by giving him a suitcase full of clothes to dress everyone on the island (he saved the best for himself) and sealing the deal with a heap of bangles, trinkets and necklaces. Of course, the rosary beads have raised my hackles…
Devereaux has plans for our escape too. He believes that If we could build up our stamina, we may be able to swim our way back to civilisation. Either that or he could phone his helicopter to collect is…
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NB you may be interested in the pronunciation of the name
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