Chapter 5
Fall, 1926
Chicago
Marion Ravenwood glanced out of the window of the moving car. Her father, the famed archaeologist, Abner Ravenwood was driving.
"Marion", he began. "Is there something bothering you, honey?"
His seventeen year old daughter turned and smiled at her father, her freckles highlighted by the bright sunlight coming through the window.
"No, not really. I guess I was just somewhere else for a moment."
"I see. Well, when we get to the college, there's someone I'd like you to meet. He's a student of mine, and he has a promising future. I think you and him will get along just fine."
I wonder if he's a looker? she thought to herself, a slight smile forming on her lips.
They'd arrived at the college and Abner parked the car in the lot. They got out of the car, and Abner led them inside.
There, they went to the Department of Art and Archaeology where they found Indiana Jones reading the latest edition of Archaeology Magazine.
He looked up when he saw his mentor, Abner Ravenwood and the pretty young lady that accompanied him.
Indiana got up from his seat.
"Indy", began Abner. "Good to see you. I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, Marion".
Marion was now a few feet away from the handsome stranger, and he shook her hand and smiled her heart leapt into her throat and when she heard him speak, it leapt once more.
"Marion, it's a pleasure to meet you." He had a very deep accent and his voice was almost commanding.
She smiled, and Indy couldn't help but notice that his mentor's daughter was very pretty, with beautiful green eyes and her cheeks that were dusted with light brown freckles.
He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to kiss her on her rosy lips and Marion began to picture what it would be like if he took her in his arms and kissed her.
For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the room.
Haiti
The next day
Indy got out of bed and Marion, who was led next to him, was still sleeping. He got showered and dressed and made his way down to the hotel lobby.
He had been dreaming of how he and Marion first met. Now stood in the lobby Indy made a phone call to an old friend.
Mickenson Azor was a Haitian native and a guide and had assisted Indy many years before on an adventure, where he and the archaeologist had barely escaped with their lives. He met Indy and Marion at the hotel.
"Azor, good to see you!" smiled Indy.
Azor was in his late thirties and of average height, around five feet, eight inches. He was slightly overweight which he blamed on his rich Haitian diet. However, this did not stop him from maintaining an active lifestyle as a guide.
The archaeologist introduced him to Marion and the native Haitian kissed her hand.
"Hey, Romeo. Take it easy!", said Indy, with a half-smile.
"But you said she was just a friend", mused Azor.
Azor drove Indy and Marion deep into the jungle and sometime later after getting out of the vehicle they hacked their way through the impenetrable vines.
An entrance appeared, almost out of nowhere and Indy noted that it looked quite similar to the one that they had come across in Quezon City.
The archaeologist was just about to approach the entrance when several Haitian natives, dressed in khakis appeared, brandishing rifles.
The trio were captured and then Indy noticed a few small tents before they were led into the temple.
Their weapons were taken and their wrists were bound by ropes lay in one of the chambers and Indy half expected some kind of leader to step out of one of the tents, but there was none.
Instead, one of the men muttered in broken English to him, which Indy translated as something along the lines of 'Help us to translate the strange text we found in the temple, or we kill you, your friend and your pretty girlfriend'.
Marion and Azor were motioned to sit down on a rough canvas mat near the back of the chamber and Indy was shoved forward by one of the men by the butt of his rifle, towards a pillar.
Then he saw what appeared to be several words written in Turkish. Turkish was a language that Indy was familiar with but he was somewhat rusty.
"Well", began one of the men. "What are you waiting for, you fool? Translate it" Indy turned to the man, and spat out an insult in Haitian and the man lashed out and backhanded Indy across the face.
Indy reeled back slightly and glared at the Haitian. "No can do. I only know a bit of Turkish, and I'm pretty rusty".
Blood began to run down Indy's chin and the man was about to strike Jones again, when a hand pulled him back.
It was Azor.
The Haitian screamed at the man, and thrust his hands in the air and started muttering something under his breath and repeating it over and over again. The guard yelled at him to stop and pointed his rifle at him.
He then shouted at his men to point their guns at the three prisoners, but instead, they stepped back, almost as if a curse were surrounding the temple.
Indy noticed that Azor was now staring into space, his gaze intent.
Then it happened.
His voce became louder and louder until it was almost booming, and now shadows began to dance off the walls and Indy understood.
Marion ran over and Indy helped her with her bounds.
"Jones, what the hell is going on?" she yelled, her voice full of panic.
"He's chanting kind of Voodoo spell to summon the old spirits!" he half shouted.
The surrounding electric lamps and lights began to explode and the rest of the men stared in shock at their surroundings and ran out of the temple, their voices crying out in terror.
Azor's voice came to a halt and the Indy began his translation. A compartment at the bottom of the pillar.
"Indy! I thought you were rusty in Turkish!", exclaimed Azor. The archaeologist turned and smiled at his old friend. "I am, but I wasn't gonna let them get the treasure was I? Marcus would be very disappointed."
Marion and the Haitian helped Indy to gather the artifacts together, which consisted of some drinking vessels and small statues of Haitian gods and then left the temple and retraced their steps to Azor's jeep.
There, he drove them to a nearby village, and met several of his friends and nearby campfire.
After the Haitian introduced Indy and Marion to his friends, they joined them and they were now sat in a circle around the campfire.
A drinking vessel was passed around to each person who drank a small sip of liquid, and when it was passed onto Indy, he gave it a sniff.
"What is it, Indy?" asked his female companion.
"Just as I thought", he began. "It's a mixture of herbs and plants which have hallucinogenic properties.
"And you're gonna drink it?" she asked incredulously.
He nodded. "Sure. I've had it a couple of times before. It just gives you a buzz." "That's all?" she asked, not convinced.
"Uh, well, you also go on some kind of trip."
Her eyes widened. "Why do I get the feeling you're not referring to kind of trip you get on an aeroplane.' She mused.
Indy looked at her intently. "Trust me."
Indiana took a sip of the liquid and at first, nothing happened. Then it began.
He glanced at Marion and she was seventeen again and looked just like she did when they had first met ten years ago. He blinked a few times, and she was still young again.
The archaeologist then fell into a deep slumber.