But the sea was empty. There was no boat like the one that had sailed off last year. That special boat. The one that took him away.
He had promised to return. Was she a fool to believe him? She didn’t feel like one. She felt that their bond was strong enough to bring him back.
She remember first seeing him. He was so different. Different clothes, different manners. She would just watch him. And then he met with the chief.
He was interested coconuts and wanted the people to collect and dry the insides of them. But the chief said he could not make the people do this unless they wanted to do it.
That’s why he stayed. He looked for a way to get our people to help him. He learned some of our language. She remembered the day he became happy that he had found a way.
He had told her that he had to leave to find a way to pay the people for their work. He had an idea.
She wondered what it was. Her people, the men, would sail away and return with large stones from a faraway island. Some died on the way. They would return proudly with large stones they had cut from the rocks and place them in from of their huts.
Did it have something to do with that? Then he was brave to do it. But she didn’t care about the valuable stones. She only wanted him.
He had told her that if he succeeded, he would return and build a great house on the island where they would live.
But for now, she watched the sun slowly sink into the sea each night.
Based on the true story of Irish-American captain David Dean O’Keefe who brought large rai stones (limestone discs) to the island of Yap in the late 19th century to trade with the natives for copra.

















