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This was where it got...uhm, not good, as far as writing goes. I hated writing the cannibals because my interpretation of them was just plain goofy, so I wrote all Jefe's parts really fast, etc. etc. The result is some dis-jointed pathetic attempts at plot development...but because I know Figgie cares here is chapter 4 part 1:
CHAPTER FOUR
The island was beautiful. Everyone realized this as they were taken ashore the next morning, amidst crowds of cheering villagers. Lush tropical trees and flowers overhanging clear pools of blue seawater, and brightly colored vines growing to devour ancient statues. The jungle around them was thick, mysterious and utterly gorgeous. Far off in the distance, Kermit could just barely make out what looked to be a huge temple. “Now this is a vacation!” Said Fozzie enthusiastically, and the others were quick to agree. They were lead into he middle of a small village, which appeared to be on the outskirts of another bay. Here, the islanders managed to make them understand to wait, until Jefe could see them. This didn't take long, and they were admitted into a large hut at the head of the village. In which was seated the Jefe himself, with two armed guards. The guards left as the group entered, and seated themselves (without being invited, despite Kermit's severe warnings about “Politeness, or unemployment”). The Jefe didn't seem to mind though, he addressed Kermit specifically. “You frog boss?” Kermit made a face, and looked back at the others, there were some ominous snickers and coughs. “Well, uh...yes. I guess” “Very Good. The prophesy has spoken about green frog boss and friends. You were brought here by the great storm to save this village from the curse that has been plaguing us for nearly five full moons.” “What curse is that?” Asked Beauregard nonchalantly. Jefe stared at him with interest, “Is he required to speak on your behalf?” “No” “Nope” “Absolutely not!” “No way!' “Not a chance.” Came the string of replies, Jefe nodded his head understandingly, “Then I will ignore him if he speaks again, but for now I will answer his question, for it is one of wisdom.” He cleared his throat, and began. “It came, as has been said, nearly five moons ago, a huge fish- with a mouth of razor sharp teeth and eyes that glowed yellow like gems. It drove an entire village away from their homes in one night. At first we thought it could be a new animal-but it does not die when we throw our spears at it.” “You kill animals with spears?!!” Fozzie suddenly interrupted, the Jefe gave him a strange look. “Oh, uh...sorry. Continue.” The tribal chief looked to sky as if for help, before going on. “We were almost willing to let this creature live, unharmed, in the remains of our old village... but then it stole one of our own.” “One of your own?” “Yes. A small boy- only ten summers, given the sacred name of “Malino”, Was playing near the runes of the temple, far from the safety of our village. He was taken. Stolen, by the fish monster.” There was silence, as everyone exchanged glances. Kermit finally spoke to Jefe, “And uh, you think we can help?” “The prophesy has spoken of it.” “Can we see the prophesy?” “It is located in the temple, and the temple cannot be reached. The fish has taken It to live in. Our sacred temple!” Kermit was silent again, which meant everyone else had better be. Finally he looked back at the Jefe, “Alright, I don't know what we can do, but...we'll try, uhm, I'll try, at least to find the little boy.” Jefe grinned and shook Kermit's hand, “Good for you friend, and all of you are welcome to the best my village can offer for as long as you need. I have told my people of your arrival, and they are already preparing a feast to celebrate.”
CHAPTER FOUR
The island was beautiful. Everyone realized this as they were taken ashore the next morning, amidst crowds of cheering villagers. Lush tropical trees and flowers overhanging clear pools of blue seawater, and brightly colored vines growing to devour ancient statues. The jungle around them was thick, mysterious and utterly gorgeous. Far off in the distance, Kermit could just barely make out what looked to be a huge temple. “Now this is a vacation!” Said Fozzie enthusiastically, and the others were quick to agree. They were lead into he middle of a small village, which appeared to be on the outskirts of another bay. Here, the islanders managed to make them understand to wait, until Jefe could see them. This didn't take long, and they were admitted into a large hut at the head of the village. In which was seated the Jefe himself, with two armed guards. The guards left as the group entered, and seated themselves (without being invited, despite Kermit's severe warnings about “Politeness, or unemployment”). The Jefe didn't seem to mind though, he addressed Kermit specifically. “You frog boss?” Kermit made a face, and looked back at the others, there were some ominous snickers and coughs. “Well, uh...yes. I guess” “Very Good. The prophesy has spoken about green frog boss and friends. You were brought here by the great storm to save this village from the curse that has been plaguing us for nearly five full moons.” “What curse is that?” Asked Beauregard nonchalantly. Jefe stared at him with interest, “Is he required to speak on your behalf?” “No” “Nope” “Absolutely not!” “No way!' “Not a chance.” Came the string of replies, Jefe nodded his head understandingly, “Then I will ignore him if he speaks again, but for now I will answer his question, for it is one of wisdom.” He cleared his throat, and began. “It came, as has been said, nearly five moons ago, a huge fish- with a mouth of razor sharp teeth and eyes that glowed yellow like gems. It drove an entire village away from their homes in one night. At first we thought it could be a new animal-but it does not die when we throw our spears at it.” “You kill animals with spears?!!” Fozzie suddenly interrupted, the Jefe gave him a strange look. “Oh, uh...sorry. Continue.” The tribal chief looked to sky as if for help, before going on. “We were almost willing to let this creature live, unharmed, in the remains of our old village... but then it stole one of our own.” “One of your own?” “Yes. A small boy- only ten summers, given the sacred name of “Malino”, Was playing near the runes of the temple, far from the safety of our village. He was taken. Stolen, by the fish monster.” There was silence, as everyone exchanged glances. Kermit finally spoke to Jefe, “And uh, you think we can help?” “The prophesy has spoken of it.” “Can we see the prophesy?” “It is located in the temple, and the temple cannot be reached. The fish has taken It to live in. Our sacred temple!” Kermit was silent again, which meant everyone else had better be. Finally he looked back at the Jefe, “Alright, I don't know what we can do, but...we'll try, uhm, I'll try, at least to find the little boy.” Jefe grinned and shook Kermit's hand, “Good for you friend, and all of you are welcome to the best my village can offer for as long as you need. I have told my people of your arrival, and they are already preparing a feast to celebrate.”