That morning we approached what appeared to be the chief. The three of us stood before him, and he got up and examined Tricia. “Wuga, Wuga, Wuga.” He said.

“What’d he say?” Tricia asked.

“Wuga, Wuga, Wuga.” I responded.

“Thanks for the translation,” Noah said, “I’ll handle this.” He whipped out a pocket translator. “Here you go Adam.” He handed it to me.

“Chief, you got my wife. Me kick you butt if you not give back!” I said in his language.

“Me no give back.” I translated from what he said.

“That no good piece of garbage, let me try.” Noah said.

“Little piece of garbage? You fathomless wimp! I muse my sentries will take care of you!”

“I don’t think so, because at this moment, you’re guards are surrounded by ten thousand U.S. Navy Seals.”

“I find that highly improbable.”

“Well then, would you believe 100 state policemen with semi-automatics and blood hounds?”

“I find that very hard to believe.”

“Would you believe, ten kids from my youth group, armed with Clorox filled SuperSoakers?” By now, Andy and Marie had successfully infiltrated to camp.

“I don’t think so, and if you continue, I think I will have two sacrifices!”

“Would you believe, my youth pastor’s son with a baseball bat?”

“Noah, give it a rest!” I told him.

“How about a mosquito with yellow fever!”

“That’s it. Take him away.”

I heard him say, as he left, “How about a baby with a dirty diaper!”

“I wonder what he’s up to.” Tricia said in a whisper.

“I don’t know, but I hope he has a plan!” I said back.

“Me too.” I said. Tricia and I went back into the woods. We found the guards that Andy and Marie had knocked out. We tied them up and took them back to our camp. We then went to a place where we could see what was going on the top of the volcano. Noah was being escorted to the top. He was tied to a stake next to my wife.

When the natives that had tied up Noah left, Andy and Marie approach Noah. They cut his ropes. What they didn’t see was the chief and two of his guards approaching far behind. They cut my wife’s ropes. Both were feeling their wrists when the guards came from behind with their spears. There was some conversation that we could not hear. After about five minutes we saw the guards expose Andy and Marie for fakes and tie them on the top of the volcano too. “What are we going to do?” Tricia whispered to me.

“What can we do? Make another trade?”

“No, how about we try to do what Andy and Marie did?”

“I don’t think so.”