Part 8

Part 8, by Kathryn

The native towered over Dot, blocking the night moon. His eyes were dark, and paint was on his shadowy face. A spear was in his right hand, decorated with colorful feathers.
"Ah!" Dot screamed and fell back.
"You look for pale man?" he asked. Dot stood frozen. Was he talking about Herbert? Her heart skipped a beat.
"What have you done with him? What have you done to my husband?" She screamed. The native didn't move.
"Pale woman very strange," he mumbled. "Follow me and I will take you to pale man." He said, louder. 
Dot wiped away a strand of her black hair that had fallen in her face. She looked around the dark beach. The ocean was so beautiful, with the moon beaming down. The waves softly lapped, and a fog began to roll in.
The native walked quickly across the sand, and headed into the jungle. Dot warily followed, unsure if it was a good idea. After walking through the brush for quite some time, she spotted light. Smoke rose in the air from a bright campfire, and she could hear conga drums beating loudly. When they reached the clearing, she saw little huts all around, with natives dressed in bright clothes. Drums sounded and shook the very dirt she stood on. Suddenly, Dot gasped. In the glow of the campfire, she could see a man dressed in a lei and bright shirt dancing to the rhythm of the drums. Herbert!