<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Natives on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/natives/</link><description>Recent content in Natives on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/natives/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Taken at Sea</title><link>/stories/2014/08/18/taken-at-sea/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/18/taken-at-sea/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had been taken at sea. Our ship was rammed at night and the pirates swarmed aboard. There was no
time to reach for weapons or resist in any way. I know not what happened to my shipmates for I was
quickly bound and hustled aboard the attackers&amp;rsquo; ship where I was stowed in a damp and dark hold. I was
untied but attached to the wall with a shackle round my ankle. I had some movement but could not reach
the hatch. I stayed there for an unknown amount of time. It was not pleasant, however they supplied me
with plenty of food and water.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Message in a Bottle</title><link>/stories/2012/03/27/message-in-a-bottle/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/03/27/message-in-a-bottle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The yacht &amp;ldquo;Parsifal&amp;rdquo; was churning through the waters of the Pacific Ocean when one of the passengers saw a glint of sunlight off glass among the swells. When the boat changed course and came close to the site, the crew and passengers saw that the glint had come from a large bottle floating in the water. Using a net on a pole, one of the crewmen retrieved the bottle and took it to the yacht&amp;rsquo;s captain. There was a rolled-up sheaf of paper inside the bottle, so the captain smashed the bottle, unrolled the papers, and read the message written on them:&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/everything-going-wright-and-rosie-in-undiscovered-borneo/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/everything-going-wright-and-rosie-in-undiscovered-borneo/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo Part 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/everything-going-wright-and-rosie-in-undiscovered-borneo-part-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/everything-going-wright-and-rosie-in-undiscovered-borneo-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="everythingsgoingwright.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rosie Wright groaned when she heard the Albatross approaching on its regular visit. Knowing that in a few hours time she’d be confronted by the man who’d made love to her, given her a lovely dress to wear&amp;hellip;then betrayed her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Having the girl marched at spear point to the top of the island then locking her in the cage that had been her home for the last few months.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Virgin Queen</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-virgin-queen/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-virgin-queen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;On December 5, 1941, Captain Ron Black and Sergeant James Humphries
departed Clark Air Base, Philippines for Baguio Air Base in northern Luzon
on a routine flight.  Their Martin B-10 bomber, “Manila Momma,” never
reached Baguio.  Rescue forces mounted a search but World War II cut
short their efforts.  “Manila Momma’s” disappearance remained a mysterious
footnote until last year when an archeology team found the wrecked bomber
in the jungle northeast of Baguio.  The archeologists recovered James
Humphries&amp;rsquo; diary and returned it to his family who graciously allowed us
to publish this excerpt.  We edited some personal comments; we did
not alter the narrative of events.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>