The day I fell I found out there was no one ready to take over my job. Delivery just stopped. I notified the islanders of my injury and sick leave by asking the cashiers at the supermarket to pass on the message, by putting up a note at the nearest phone booth and by writing it in the sand in front of my house.
I saw the mail bags pile up at the beach. There was a massive jam in the vortex when three bags got stuck together. With irregular intervals they shot up out of the water, until a fourth bag entered the loop and they were all propelled out.