A/N: Huzzah for chapter two. Don't stop with those reviews! Thanks to the lovely people who reviewed the first chapter. I know the song I used is an anachronism but…who cares really? Thanks to Eileen for that.

Option 1, Turn to face whatever it is behind you that crept so forebodingly, undoubtedly attempting to be unheard. Option 2, run headlong into the everlasting cascade of water ahead and swim as far as your weary arms can take you Option 3, STAND AND FIGHT! Option 4, stay where you are, rooted rigidly to the ground, and wait.

Jimmy opted for choice 4. Straining to hear any movement behind him he tried in vain to glimpse anything out of the corner of his eye.

Nothing.

He decided it was safe to move again. However he kept the jagged rock in his hand as he walked up the beach of gravel. Inside the towering dome that looked like a doorway leading into the island, Jimmy picked up a few more stones, which he began to juggle absentmindedly, as he looked up and down the dreary walls of rock that were decorated festively with assortments of bones, including delightful human skulls. They gazed at him, their dark hollow eye sockets foreboding. Squinting beyond the vacant developments of the natives he could see the unfathomable stretch of green forest.

He tried to reason whether it was safer to stay on this side of the island, with the hostile natives or the other side, with countless creatures yearning for a more cultured meal…

A shift behind him

He twirled on his heel to see nothing but the grim surroundings.

A cackle and the sound of grating wood against stone

Jimmy spun helplessly, holding the rock in his hand, poised for attack.

An undistinguishable figure dashed past to his right. The faint clink of wood echoed behind.

He backed up against a wall, trying to suppress his rapidly increased breathing.

Edging towards the man made stairway that led to the bottomless valley separating the native's land from the beasts, he formulated an impulsive plan. Turn the corner at the end of the wall and run for it. Run towards the perilous bridge that connected the two worlds. At least he could stay alive for the time being.

Hastily he began to run, glancing over his shoulder momentarily. He turned the corner and was about to break into full speed.

His beeline was cut short when he was met face to face with a swarm of the hissing armed natives. Yelping in shock, he drew back, stumbling in his haste. Two harshly tattooed men with knobby malevolent spears seized the besieged Jimmy by the arms.

"Let me go!" He yelled, kicking one with particularly fierce gleaming eyes in the stomach. He loosened his hold, but not enough for him to get away. The dozen or so shrieking men growled and jabbed Jimmy as he was dragged along to who knows where. His yelling and thrashing only seemed to make the natives more sickeningly joyous, and they continued to pummel him with stones and thrust their vulgar spears into Jimmy's sides. His sodden blue shirt was shredded completely at the side revealing an agonizing gash that leaked blood onto the arid listless earth.

"Stop! Get away!" His shrieks became garbled moans of agony as the tribe heaved him further into their treacherous torture village where Denham and the rest of the crew had first encountered their savagery.

The unnerving cries of the brutal natives seemed to echo in a never-ending circle between Jimmy's ears. He surrendered to the torment and let his body go limp. Why didn't they just finish him like they did so many others? A resounding thud on the back of his head shocked him into emitting a final yelp for mercy.

How many friggin' times can I get knocked out today and stay alive? He thought as the prancing dark figures, crude weapons and blood swirled around him and it all faded to black. He hoped that perhaps he might not wake up this time.

For the second time that day, a flood of memories impaled Jimmy's fatigued mind as he jerked awake. He found himself in a dark damp space. There was really no other way to describe it.

His body was coiled into an unceremonious twist, with his knees nearly crushing his chest.

Three or four miniscule cracks in the frigid stone wall in front of him let in wimpy strands of light, suggesting that it was still day.

"Why me?" Jimmy groaned breathlessly, as there was barely any breath in him.

What the natives were planning to do to him was a mystery.

Torture for the purposes of sacrifice was most likely.

Jimmy made feeble escape plans in his head for the first few mind numbing minutes he was conscious. This did not last long.

He passed the rest of his time humming songs he once cheerfully belted out upon the venture. Singing to one particular one, he remembered miserably of a dance he had made up to go along with it.

I'm a rambler I'm a gambler I'm a long way from home

And if you don't like me then leave me alone

I'll eat when I'm hungry I'll drink when I'm dry

And the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

The crew had made him do it at least one hundred times, simply for a laugh. They would even try to imitate his innovative moves. As he sang, his muscles twitched to dance. But his present situation was not very permitting.

How long he sat scrunched within the confines of his cave was uncertain. All Jimmy knew was that the thin strands of light squeezing through the cracks were diminishing.

The shift of rock and squabble of an unknown chant startled Jimmy out of his song.

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

Here we go again.

Are we liking it? I swear it will get more exciting. I have plans. Shiny plans for this story. Bear with me!