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Chapter 1

As Tarzan jumped from vine to vine, making his way through the dense cover of trees, he could hear the giggles from his wife not far behind him. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Jane surfing down the tree branches above him. Giving up the vines, the wild man leapt onto a tree in front of him and surfed down the limbs until he reached the soft grass below and turned back to watch his wife again.

"She's getting better at this," he mumbled to himself as Jane started to slide around the last turn. Tarzan reached out his arms to catch his wife, but at the speed she was going, the force of her collision with him caused them both to fall to the ground in laughter.

Still giggling, Jane pushed herself off of her husband so he could sit up. When he did, he placed a hand on her cheek. "Are you okay?" he chuckled as a few dreadlocks fell over his shoulder.

"Of course." Jane smiled lovingly up at her husband. "Come on!" she cried, getting back to her feet. "Let's go again!"

"Why don't we head over to the river now?" Tarzan asked, excitedly getting to his feet and reached to take one of Jane's hands in his own. "We can jump off the waterfalls!"

Seeing the excitement on her face at the idea, the couple began to race through the greeneries, hopping over logs and darting around trees in order to reach their destination.

Tarzan quickly took the lead, bounding ahead on his hands and feet. Jane leaned forward in her stride as she pumped her arms, determined to catch up to her husband. Her long skirt and hair blew back behind her.

When Jane saw the wild man disappear around a tree, she skimmed her bare feet across the damp grass to try and slow her speed a little, but ended up losing her balance. Catching herself with her hands, she quickly gained her footing and hurried around the tree only to get her dark green skirt caught on a thorn bush. As the sound of the cloth ripping reached her ears, the tug against her waist caused her to fall face first towards the ground, where she let out a soft groan in both annoyance and pain.

Hearing the impact, Tarzan brought himself to a stop and turned to see Jane lying on her stomach, face down, with a couple leaves spread out around the body.

"Jane!" he cried, dashing over to the fallen woman. As he approached, she raised her head slightly from the grass. Keeping her eyes glued to the forest floor, her hair fell down around her face, hiding it from view. "Jane!" Tarzan placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you hurt?"

She seemed to think about this for a moment. "I don't think so," she eventually replied and slowly moved into a sitting position.

"Are you okay?"

Jane raised her head to see the concerned look on her husband's face. Giving him a shy smile, she brought a hand up to her cheek and brushed the hair out of her face. "I'm fine . . . Sorry about that."

Tarzan sent her a small smile in return and helped her back to her feet.

When Jane stood up, an unexpected feeling of the hot jungle air was felt against her upper leg. Glancing down, she discovered that her long skirt now had a huge rip that ran up to her mid-thigh.

"Oh dear," she sighed, grabbing hold of the ruined fabric.

Living in the jungle, it was hard to keep clothes clean and tidy. It had become part of her day-to-day life, and for the most part, Jane was okay with this. Nevertheless, lately it seemed like all of her clothing either had some rip or hole in it, or had a grass or mud stain that wouldn't come out no matter how hard she scrubbed at it. She was starting to run out of clean, undamaged clothes to wear.

"Great!" she cried in irritation. "We should probably head back to the tree house. I need to find something else to wear."

"Sure," Tarzan agreed, instantly abandoning his original idea to head towards the waterfalls. "We can go to the Trading Post later and get you some more stuff to wear."

After changing into one of her last suitable skirts, Tarzan and Jane started making their way towards the ocean's shore where the Trading Post was located.

As they traveled through the jungle, Jane couldn't help but to gaze up at the enormous canopy of leaves above them. Up in the trees, she spotted what at first appeared to be vines wrapped around many of the branches. Most were just plants, but as they grew closer, she realized some of them were snakes. The reptiles hissed at them as they passed. Birds could be heard from somewhere, but when she raised her head to look for them she couldn't find them, although monkeys could be seen jumping from tree to tree over their heads, screeching at each other. Looking straight up, Jane could just make out some light as the sun tried to shine through the dense cover of leaves.

On the ground, there were plants everywhere, all different. Some had big leaves that were bending backwards, while others had giant flowers all over it, and a few with thorns. To someone who wasn't used to these surroundings, everything would appear the same out here. It had taken Jane several weeks of traveling through the thick wildlife with Tarzan to figure out the landscape. Even now, she still occasionally got lost without her wild man.

Making it to the break in the trees, Tarzan and Jane stood at the top of a small hill, the vast ocean spread out before them. A ship could be seen about a mile out to sea, with a smaller boat docked at the pier.

"More supplies?" Tarzan asked, seeing what appeared to be workers unloading items from the docked boat.

"Looks like it," Jane answered as they started to make their way down the incline towards the building. "I wonder what Dumont ordered this time."

Ever since Renard Dumont moved into the jungle to establish his business, his lust for material gain had caused several mishaps. Jane just hoped that what awaited them today at their destination wasn't going to create any future problems for her and her family.

As the couple neared the building, they each sent a greeting to their friends, Hugo and Hooft, who were busy helping Renard Dumont's other workers unload the boat before entering the store.

Tarzan entered the structure first with Jane close behind him. Inside, he found the owner of the shop talking to a young man about his age. From the pieces of the conversation that he was able to catch, the newcomer seemed to be looking for someone. Tarzan didn't hear the stranger give a name, but he didn't have to wonder about this for long. Glancing over the man's shoulder, Dumont pointed at someone who was standing behind Tarzan.

"Aw, there she is now. The lovely Jane Porter," Mr. Dumont exclaimed, gesturing in the woman's direction.

The wild man paused in his advance towards the counter and turned back to find his wife still standing in the doorway. The look on her face was a mix of shock and disbelief.

Jane had recognized the man talking to Mr. Dumont even before he had turned around to see whom the businessman was pointing to. The man's shaggy dark brown hair, his light brown suit, even the way he stood and presented himself sent memories rolling through her mind.

"Jane," the man let out in a sigh, a relieved smile appearing across his face. "I can't believe I found you!" He took a couple steps towards Jane, but the woman didn't return his enthusiasm.

Instead of greeting the visitor like Tarzan expected her to do, Jane, surprise still expressed on her face, took a couple steps backwards until she had exited the building and then turned, running back the way she and Tarzan had come.

At his wife's hasty retreat, alarm crossed over Tarzan's features as he crouched in astonishment.

"Jane! Jane, wait!" the stranger cried before running after the woman, Tarzan following close behind.

While the man came to a stop at the corner of the Trading Post, Tarzan leapt onto the roof of the building to watch his wife return to the trees.

What could have caused such a reaction from Jane? She was far from the shy type. Puzzled, Tarzan carefully turned around and gazed down at the newcomer, anger flaring in him. Something about this man caused Jane to flee, but what?

Sliding down the tiled roof, he landed on his hands and feet before standing up straight and practically pounced at the man, grabbing him by his coat.

"Who are you?" he growled at the newcomer. "What do you want with Jane?"

The look of astonishment on the man's face from the unexpected attack disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared. "The name's Logan Eddington," he explained. He pushed Tarzan's hands off of him and began to work at getting the wrinkles out of his clothing. "I'm Jane's fiancé."