Yes way, it's no different than say like the WPA. You take kids right out of high
school and you make them join some sort of mandatory public works project.
Hi, Maureen. Martha, what's the main course?
Martha always makes the most ridiculous, I mean, exotic dishes. Like last week she
made kangaroo tail. What'd you make tonight?
Well, it's kind of an experiment.
Ta-da-da! Albatross. That's some kind of fish. Can you even get that?
It's a giant bird. What do they teach you at Yale?
Jeffrey, are you okay?
Jesus, albatross.
What, you've had it before? It isn't good?
Oh, it's not that. It's...
Are you allergic?
No, that bird saved my life. It's a long story.
Dude, you have to tell it.
Albatross is what sustained me when I was stranded on that island off of Indonesia.
What?
I haven't told you this story.
No, stranded?
Yeah, it was 1994. I was on a business trip in Jakarta and I had a few extra days to visit
some of the outer islands with a couple of guys I met at the hotel.
We chartered one of those tiny planes. Everything seemed fine. One minute we're in the air
and the next was this huge bang in the engine and we went down and we hit the water hard.
The pilot died on impact.
Were you okay?
I hurt my leg pretty bad, but the three of us passengers were okay.
Me and the guys from the hotel, Jean and Friedrich, we crawled to shore.
I mean, Jean and I didn't know a thing about fending for ourselves in the middle of nowhere.
Jean, a computer programmer and me fucking consulted for Christ's sake. Friedrich was a bit more prepared.
You really were stranded on a desert island?
How long were you there for?
Weeks, I think. Maybe longer.
How on earth did you survive, Jeffrey?
It rained enough to collect some fresh water in the crevices amidst rocks.
We kept the fire going most of the time and boiled off saltwater, harvesting the condensation.
But we didn't have any food and Jean was having some sort of nervous breakdown.
I can't do it. I can't take it.
We're dead, man.
We never should have came on this trip.
We never should have came.
I was too weak to do much of anything and I was pretty much immobile.
Eventually, Friedrich fashioned a makeshift spear.
I'm going hunting. Jean, you come with me.
Jean slipped on the rocks while searching for food and died.
There was nothing we could do.
There just wasn't any time to mourn.
I'm going out again.
Hunting.
Friedrich had stumbled onto an albatross breeding ground. The birds were everywhere.
Dizzy and Mount Nurse from their mating frenzy. They made easy targets.
I wish I could have seen it.
It's not bad, eh?
Yeah, it's not bad.
It tastes just like chicken.
The albatross sustained us over the next week while Friedrich and I tried desperately to contact the outside world.
Let them know where we were.
What will you do if we can rescue?
No, I'll go back to Slovenia and try and find my ex-wife. That's going to take me back.
What about you?
That's the midcourse. I'll be right back.
Don't finish the story without me.
Dinner is served.
Are you sure you're okay with this, Jeffrey?
I can imagine what you were saying.
No, no, it's fine. You know what? I'm here. I survived. And it looks delicious.
So, how'd you end up getting off the island?
Well, you're not going to believe what happened. But do you remember how I said the plane sunk?
Well, we didn't notice at the time. The radio was...
What's wrong?
It doesn't taste like chicken.
It doesn't taste anything like chicken.
Thank you for watching.
