Louie Louie, Episode 24, Odysseys in Paradise

From the cockpit of The Odyssey Rich captured a full view of Pitcairn Island. “It was not at all romantic as portrayed in lore and silver screen. They say there is beauty that lies within; waterfalls, pools, and streams. From the outside, it was rugged and almost inhospitable. So few people live there and not without reason. I was there less than an hour and if not to reclaim what belonged to me, I could have just as easily have sailed on by and not considered it a loss. I can say, I was there.”

As soon as Rich sailed into open seas with Pitcairn beyond his view, he embarked on a cleaning campaign; a combination of water, detergent, bleach, and muscle. For some reason, he thought the mere perception of Harry owning the boat and living on it for a couple days may have sullied it.

“We can’t have you sashaying into paradise without looking your best,” Rich said when he finished. “You’re smart looking and I want you smelling like a fine lady.”

On the second day out, rains came and washed the odor of bleach and soup into the sea.

The nights selfishly squeezed out the minutes. Rich utilized them with reading binges. Sometimes skipping an entire meal; so engrossed in a book. And beyond that devoting time to a journal. Over the months his writings had grown into volumes and stacked on the bookshelf in the cabin alongside the books,

He had now spent over a year since his departure from Maine. “I am a fortunate man,” he concluded. “I have faced adventure and danger and still remain alive.”

Rich held a strict 310 degree heading. No destination entered his mind, only the thought of peaceful islands or atolls where the days are warm with cool breezes and the nights filled with melodic surf and swaying palms. It was not adventure in paradise he sought, it was pleasure in paradise.

From the helm he watched the seas pass and The Odyssey sliced through choppy waters, dashing like a sled through the snow. He sang a song heard while in Barbuda.

Louie Louie, oh no

Me gotta go

Aye-yi-yi-yi, I said

Louie Louie, oh baby

Me gotta go

Fine little girl waits for me

Catch a ship across the sea

Sail that ship about, all alone

Never know if I make it home

Louie Louie, oh oh no

Me gotta go, oh no

Louie Louie, oh baby

I said we gotta go

Three nights and days I sail the sea

Think of girl, constantly

On that ship, I dream she’s there

I smell the rose in her hair.

Louie Louie, oh no

Me gotta go

Aye-yi-yi-yi, I said

Louie Louie, oh baby

Me gotta go.”

“I wonder how that little rose on Barbuda is doing,” Rich thought. “She will not wait. At least I hope she doesn’t. I don’t see myself returning to anyplace I’ve been. It is home I will return someday and tell of the sea, but not of love. Love is better lived than recollected; recollected love is painful.”



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