Man on an island, day 359

I look around me, trying to take in as much as I can; any information is good when I make my escape attempt. It seems like a rather large village with a big wall made out of scrap metal and wooden poles, plenty of women and children around. Something about the architecture and the lay out of the village seems so familiar but I can't place my finger on it yet. They carry me to a centre arena of sorts and plant me upright; still tied to the stake. I see the chief walk closer, he sends a stream of profanities and insults my way, pointing at his two bruised warriors but he's too short and he can only reach my stomach. I burst out in laughter, tears streaming down my face! The chief turns beetroot red and waves his arms furiously, a warrior runs closer and brings a little stepping stool for him. I try to understand what he's saying and then I see something that makes my blood like ice...It's the behemoth! He's standing on the opposite end of the arena, brandishing a cruel looking machete. They cut my bonds loose and hand me a small knife...I understand...It's me versus the Goliath...to the death...