There are occasions when one is seized by a terror so great, the heart suddenly sees further than it has ever seen, and the mind is granted an unexpected cunning. This was such an occasion. In the ensuing panic, I disappeared into the brush, found the path to the beach, and ran there like a hurricane wind. There, slumped against a boat the strangers had rowed to shore, was a sailor who seemed oblivious to the distant commotion I had just fled. I approached him and saw that he was drunk. I slowed my breath, smiling at him, touching him tenderly and pointing to the parts of myself men consider desirable. He was wary, at first, and disbelieving, no doubt having heard the musket shot earlier, but the temptation was more than he could resist and, as there were no more shots to be heard, he relented, and allowed himself to be disarmed by my advances. He placed his musket in the boat and let me circle my arms around his neck and kiss him lustfully on the mouth. I led him by the hand to a secluded spot behind a dune, in the full glow of the moon. I unclothed him as if I could wait not a minute more to satiate my desire. He was but a young man, shy and clumsy at first, and in his eagerness he seemed not to hear the party of outraged strangers as they reached the beach, carrying Roblet’s body. Perhaps he thought he could have his way with me and still reach them in good time, or perhaps he had no intention of joining them but wished to remain among us on the island. At any rate, he was drunk, and completion eluded him. The strangers embarked upon the boat and rowed away from shore. Twice, in the throes of our embrace, as I swayed my hips above him and felt him inside me, he closed his eyes with the pleasure of it. Twice I had to prize them open with my fingers. I took his face in my hands and held it still so that our gaze would meet. With only the light of the moon to see each other, crossing was no easy task, but the youth eventually understood what was being asked of him and was most compliant. His eyes met mine, and did not stray.

The crossing occurred just as I felt the first shivers of his pleasure.

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Pierre Joubert

Born 1771

First crossing 1791

Second crossing 1825

Date of death unknown