Everything seemed to be happening at once. The king’s sailors, Earthlings, were coming to Alien Resort island, and they were bringing supplies. We spent the next week painting the pier and dredging a small harbor for their landing boat. We had long discussions. What would they be like? Would they talk like the overnight DJs on Earth radio? Would they stare at us? The king said the cargo would include a few basic medical supplies; Deadpan thinks they’re just what the doctor ordered.