Chasing the Coconut Pearl is an adventure that readers experience vicariously.  A full-body hallucination wrapped in tropical paradises, miracles, and mayhem. From the deepest chasm on Earth rises a glowing mystery— a giant pearl born of turtle lust, an act of God, and 500 years of gestation. Unnoticed at first, it soon changes the lives of everyone it encounters.

It’s a myth-soaked epic disguised as a tropical fever dream, where barefoot prophets chase whispered legends, and paradise is just one heartbreak away from oblivion. A beacon to all, the pearl radiates unknown energies. It draws every aspect of humanity, from sweet, gentle mothers who just hope that their children will grow up happy, to the opportunists, hustlers, and tyrants who want to remake the world in their own image.

It is the kind of thing that could only happen in a tropical world, where brain cells are nuked by the sun’s radiation, the beat of the beach musicians, and the sweet, sensational sensations of making love to a woman in a bikini.

Written by Perry Stone in full narrative overdrive, this is a tale where island children’s dreams don’t fade away as they mature, where mermaids surf hurricanes, and destiny wears flip-flops or nothing at all. Love, danger, rebellion, the pursuit of world domination, and transcendence crash like Caribbean waves. A secret rhythm that manifests fascination with every washed and glistening grain of sand they endlessly tumble.

It’s a mythology that proposes more questions than it answers. It involves the reader and allows them to decide what to think. It shares love, laughter, and the pursuit of everything important in this world. And it’s just ten fucking bucks.

Welcome to the movement.

Excerpt One:

He told the story of a small transport ship powered by rowers and a sail that went down near the Mariana Trench centuries ago. A strange boat with strange characters on board. He talked of time travelers, a mysterious drunken sea turtle named Spot, and a storm the size of which only God himself could create.

I drank, and I listened, if Mr. Black wasn’t interested, I sure as hell was. I momentarily wondered if I was listening to the description of a movie script.

Mr. White continued: “About five hundred years ago, aboard the Philippines vessel, Munting Taksi ng Dagat (Little Sea Taxi), was Saint Cal Worthington and His Dog Spot (the alleged time travelers).”

The boat was pushed off course by the unexpected winds and currents. The longer the day became, the worse the conditions became. Torrential downpours swamped the Little Sea Taxi, while the deep-water seas got bigger and nastier by the moment.

Excerpt Two:

A few days later, on a torturously hot morning, while washing her neighbor’s clothes to earn some food for her and her family, Dalisay (Daisee) De Ulan, a blind 9-year-old girl from the poor but picturesque fishing village of Coron, found the Coconut Pearl on the shore.

Fascinated by its smooth, heavy, and warm feel, she carried it home to show her mama. But by the time she reached her home, she was crying and weeping and screaming, stomping her bare feet in the sand and twirling around like a ballerina on 3,000 cups of sugary coffee.

Her mother and father, hearing her sounds of distress, came running to see what was wrong with their sweet, loving child. Then, as soon as they saw their angelic daughter, they too started screaming as tears of joy flooded their joyous faces. Their emotions spilled out in waves of passion and gratitude. Her father made a noise that no one in the village had ever heard before. He sounded like a bull-moose sea lion in mating season.

First, their immediate neighbors, and then every single soul in the village, came running—some thrilled, some terrified, not knowing what the commotion was. Then they all learned, in one of their most cherished moments in life, that poor, sweet Daisee, the 9-year-old blind scrub girl, could suddenly SEE!

Chasing the Coconut Pearl is a story of how a little blind girl was chosen to save humanity — and how she really, really tried.