Not interrupting, am I?
Not bleeding, are you? Not about to use this place as a dunny?
No and... no.
Good. Good.
Just don't want any fly-carrying visitors in here.
Right, I understand.
What happened?
Woke up in the jungle with one of those little blokes snacking on my leg, didn't I?
A tribesman? It isn't usual for them to eat right off the bone like that.
Well, it was dark and I never got the bugger.
So I can't be sure. Something spooky is in that jungle.
Our air carrier crashed up in the mountains.
Every night some of my men would vanish without trace. Others fled in fear.
Then this happened.
So I brought the men down to shore for safety only for us all to be captured by this greedy mob.
Some sort of sacrifice to their god who lives up in the hills.
Though it seems I've not been invited to the barbie.
Maybe you're the dessert?
Ripe flesh can be a bit of a delicacy around here.
For real?
Listen, we'd better get you out of here.
Do you know how the tribe cross the swamp down there?
Which stones they tread on?
Yeah,
but I'm staying put. With this wound
I'd be like a fill-up station to every diseased bug in the bush.
I'd rather be the main course for a real feast.
Hey, If you see any of my men alive in there,
direct them to the north shore will you? Away from here.
Of course.