Natural Resource Enhancement

Things sure were getting toasty inside Tropical Park as Hal and Dale sailed down the gulf streaming along on an adventurous vacation only to end up being in a treacherous amusement.

“It sure has gotten Calder,” Dale said meaning to say ‘colder’ if her dialect did not get in the way. Sitting on one of the cushions on the cruisers that was captained by a local she watched the bayou reality like she was taking a train ride on the water.

“What do you mean colder with the humidity I feel like I am in a sauna,” Hal replied as Whitmore pulled the boat into the slip that appeared,

“Welcome to Captiva Island,” Whitmore stated after enduring all the little rocks and hot springs that plagued the marina built to lure lost merchants into buying trinkets.

“Hi, Leah ,’ he then turned his attention to the greeter that grabbed the ropes, “I tell you every time I come through those hot springs you keep maturing.”

“Well thank you Whitmore,” Leah responded helping Hal and Dale off the craft.

Taking a moment to enjoy the scenery Hal had his cell phone camera out while Dale searched her pocketbook for something to tip Whitmore.

In an innocent voice Leah expressed, “if you follow the path King Guillermo’s Castle is straight ahead.”

“Well thank you,” Dale said as her photographer agent snapped a few pictures.

It only took a few minutes for them to hike the dirt road and there was a luxurious facility right in front of them. Suddenly a black cat came out of nowhere which startled Dale before the door opened with a strange looking fellow wearing a derby hat.

“Do not mind Allan the black cat,” the island royal mentioned, “I am King Guillermo and since I own this real estate I am the King.”

Not giving the feline fear a moment they entered the main foyer and as the bell hop took the luggage a beautiful blonde with her chest stuck out in pride paraded beside Dale presenting her wares.

“That is Honey Bee,” King Guillermo mentioned, “with looks like that she dares the devil.”

Very impressed Hal clicked a few pictures which made Dale give him a stern look, “that is very interesting molding job, your highness, how did you do it,”

“I took her little rocks and put them in the magical hot springs and Waa lah,” the King explained. Taking a step back Hal agreed, “well girls know best.”

“They are all winners here on Captiva Island, changing their little rock handicap by exploring the hot springs.”

“Kind of like a Fairgrounds fetish,” Hal added with Dale feeling a little uneasy about her attractive attraction.

“We will have your Dominga camera ready very soon.”

“By Sunday?” Dale asked with the King affirmatively shaking his head.

“I have the contract on the table,” the King told them, “Honeybee be a nice lamb holom with that pen.”

A few days passed when Leah and Honey Bee showed Dale a beautiful bathing suit before going out to catch some sun. From the sandy shore they watched the bubbles pop from the little rocks in the hot spring. Whitmore acting like a wine porter had a bottle of Lacombe while Allan the Black Cat seated himself in the middle of the action.

“I am sorry Dale we have to celebrate a memorial today,”

“Who died,” Honey Bee inquired.

“Well we tried to squeeze Hal’s grapes and his vineyard could not handle it, so we had to detach it.”

Putting her lips to the cauldron Dale grinned, “I’ll drink to that.”

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