CODY'S BLUE LAGOON

Some of us are lucky enough in life to make a friend who is just so damn special that we know we'll never meet another quite so outstanding. For me, that person is the Captain, aka Cody. I wrote this story as a gift for his seventeenth birthday (July 1, 1999) when I was living in an attic in Petersham, an inner suburb of Sydney Oz. But, hey, why stop there? Let's make it a gift to everybody. Thanks for digging up the fossil, mate, and brushing off the cobwebs. :o)