By Jimmy Buffett
'A Salty Piece of Land' is the story of cowboy Tully Mars's fantastic adventures as he visits the lighthouse on Cayo Loco, a tropical island that is not on any map - the precise position to run clear of your entire difficulties.
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He seemed ready to defend his territory. There was no doubt that this was a web you could not just brush away without consequences. ” I asked Cleopatra. “He’s perfectly harmless, if you don’t piss him off,” she replied. We detoured around St. Peter and walked in the brush between two small buildings. A raccoon exploded out of the underbrush and scurried off toward the beach. “I thought you said this island was uninhabited,” I said. Cleopatra didn’t answer. While I stood in the rubble looking around, I began to have serious doubts.
She never smoked cigarettes, but she has her daily ration of rum and occasionally will puff a little opium if she is feeling ill. She also has a taste for Cuban cigars. She dines on fish, rice, and tropical fruits, and a collection of potions, teas, and elixirs keep her biorhythms, brain, and sense of humor humming. She cusses like the sailor that she is, and she is rabidly addicted to Cuban baseball. Though she says she has a few good years left in her, Cleopatra is on a most urgent mission, and that is where I come in.
I asked. Johnny Red Dust took the conch shell from my ear and put it in the pocket of my shirt. “When the time is right, you will understand,” he said. Dad and I headed back to the ranch, and I certainly didn’t have a clue then what he was talking about. Still, I held that shell to my ear every night and fell asleep listening for the song, as if it were a life jacket and I was lost at sea. I’d kept the conch shell all the way into adulthood and had only lost track of it that one time. The morning I’d found it in the snow, the sun seemed to shine with an intensity that I could feel in my bones and my heart.