That was to to refresh your memory as to where the tale ended in part 3.
To continue....................
Though there didn't seem to be much prospect of help being forthcoming
from that direction, I am not averse to clutching at straws. I
gesticulated vigorously toward the harbor - a kind of up and over
movement with my hand - meant to convey the idea that they should go up
the rocks and over the top toward the harbor patrol building. Though
there wasn't the slightest chance of my voice reaching them, I shouted
anyway..........."Harbor patrol!", "Harbor patrol!". For a moment, a
faint glimmer of hope burned, because they both started back to the
park, but, at a pace that could only be described as a slow amble,
because though their legs were definitely moving, they were making very
little progress. They certainly didn't evince any sense of urgency. Then
it dawned on me! They must have thought that my gestures meant I was
putting on more of a show, pretending my hand was an airplane, and
seeing my mouth moving, took that to mean I was making the appropriate
plane noises. They probably figured that wasn't much of an encore and so
they might as well leave. After what seemed like a couple of days or so,
they disappeared over the top of the rocks, without so much as a
backward glance. Don't think help coming from that direction. No one in
sight. How long hypothermia take? No idea. Don't want to find out -
don't want to be dead! I think it was Woody Allen who said something to
the effect of "I don't mind dying at all, I just don't want to be there
when it happens!". First twinges of apprehension. No one in sight. Look
hopefully toward harbor entrance. Maybe see a boat and attract
attention. No boats. Friday. Quiet day. Nobody wants to out anyway -
conditions too bad. Gonna be as mad as hell if die. Could have had that
ice cream last night! Could have put lots of Kahlua on it! Could have
had french fries and a bacon sandwich for dessert!........Look other
way. Power boat, maybe 20 ft. long approaching from North! They have
obviously seen me, and are approaching cautiously. One guy kneeling on
bow, holding a line. They get close enough for us to communicate, and
want to know what I would like them to do to help me. I want my boat off
the rocks in the worst way.
Sorry, got to go out for lasagna dinner now, finish off with ice cream
and brandy and a side order of bacon! Will try to write some more
tomorrow. :-)