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Castaway Writer
Life on a deserted island
There are many writers on the sea. Some of them have large luxurious boats, some of them have medium-sized boats, and some of them have tiny itty bitty boats.
Matoskah’s boat was not much bigger than a rowboat. Sometimes he dreamed of having a bigger boat but mostly he was quite content living alone on his little boat. He spent his mornings writing then in the afternoon he would go fishing for dinner.
The species of humans known as Writers lived on the sea apart from all other human species. Every one of them had a metallic pod attached to a rope that was slung over one’s shoulder. The waterproof pod was the device they used to write with. By inputting a pin number on the outside of the pod, the pod would open up to reveal a small keyboard and screen. One of these pods was slung over the shoulder of every writer. The only times they were taken off were for bathing, swimming, or engaging in sex.
Once a month most all of the writers would sail their boats to a certain small island where there was a long pier jutting out into the island’s harbor. The writers would dock their boats to the pier then walk down the pier to a large luxury yacht docked at the end of the pier. This yacht was owned by Stephen Kingfisher, one of the most powerful writers on the sea.
