Shit, thought Sharon, as she saw Guevara leaning over her. I can't kill him now. He saved my life. Seeing that she was now awake, Guevara asked her in quick succession, in good but slightly accented English: "How are you feeling? Who are you? What are you? How did you come here? For, given your complexion and hair colour, you must be an American." "I feel hungy and I'm aching all over, and my arm hurts a little, but I'm not too bad all things considered. My name is Sharon. I suppose you'd have to call me a mermaid, though my lower half is dolphin rather than fish. Yes, I'm an American. I realise that raises more questions than it answers, but I'm afraid I can't tell you any more at the moment. Now, is there any chance of some breakfast? Or do I mean dinner? I've lost all track of time. Whatever the meal, not raw fish, please! Oh, but you must think me very rude! I nearly forgot to thank you for saving my life."
Fri Nov 12 15:21:17 1999