ship wreck kelly - circa 40s

I found myself wandering along the shore after one of the damnedest blows you ever seen.

All I saved from the wreck was a bottle of tannin, which I was nursing.

Just when I stumbled into a native hut, there was a maiden wiggling around with a hay field

covering her pork head roast.

All she seemed to be mad for her little frigid, which was hankering for company.