OR SUNSTROKE HITS HARD AFTER OVER-ENJOYING BEING A MERMAID.
You had to be an old mad bird to end up with sunstroke from being too in love with a turtle.
I’m a dummy. That beautiful girl, my turtle, took me for such a ride that I hadn’t wet my head once in the half hour I was with her and returning to the boat. This was in the searing midday sun in Indonesia central! I would be more penitent later as the full horror of proper sunstroke waved over me. I should have known better I’d had it before, but this time it was horrendous. I was pretty much bed bound for the next couple of days before I left this island paradise.