I return safely from my strange trip across the water, I try to ask the chief for answers but he does not seem to know anything of their mysterious disappearance. I spend the rest of the afternoon rebuilding some of the huts that can be fixed. It's hard work but we seem to be making progress. The chief invites me to supper that evening around the fire. We sit and discuss in sign language, the events that took place. I notice an old man sitting to the side, where have I seen him before? I rack my brains for an answer but it's to no avail. He stands up and hands me a curved pipe. It's inlaid with strange markings and bright jewels. I do not wish to offend my hosts and I take a strong pull on the pipe. My world starts spinning suddenly and I feel like I'm falling! Everything becomes a blur! and then darkness takes over me.
I wake up some time later on the ground...I look around me in bewilderment...where am I?...It's daylight and the village and all the people are gone! I feel a strong hand pulling me up...."who are you?" I ask the person.
"Pleased to meet you sir, The name is John Henry Moore"
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