In search of treasure and exotic beauty T'zak Ryn sailed in to a newly discovered lagoon southwest of Regis.
Our landing party was in a jolly mood when they followed a small stream inwards. The air was filled with the echo of their shanties.
Only, at the end of their song the echo continued. Out in the jungle were natives singing their songs.
The stream led to a clearing with a small village. Women -oh the women- were busily preparing for a big feast while the men, drunk on fermentent palmjuice (toddy) and dressed in feathers, were preparing war canoes and sharpening spears and dipping darts in a evil smelling substance.
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A potbellied man of great statue welcomed us at the fire. The native girls smiled shyly when they gave us donkey meat, roasted potatoes and slices of grapefruit.
The potbellied leader only spoke in haiku's and ignored our attempts to join the conversation. But when we started to sing our shanties again, he replied to what we were singing in a counter verse! These natives spoke in song. What a great anthropological discovery.
We sang till deep in the night and learned a lot of this wild tribe.
To our horror we discovered that their ancient coconut (say 'go go nuts' ) festival was coming up. the natives from allover the neighborhood would, drunk on palm toddy, go out on the sea and attack all ships in sight to honor the sea gods.
one fair maiden brought me, late at night, to a dimly lit cave. There on the wall were pictures of horrible sea creatures. While we watched the sun come up she told me how they sacrificed to the gods whose pictures were on the wall.
Horrified of the coming doom i hurried back to my captain and mates.
the world was not ending, but for some it would.
to be continued..