The journey was long and the further south they travelled, the more humid the air became. This was one fact of the jungle that Jane had completely forgotten about. Her body would have to regulate itself once again, going through the stage of being sweaty and frizzy. But she did not mind, it was a small price to pay.

Jane drew and Archimedes read and the week passed by rather quickly. They arrived in the dead of night, the last passengers to leave the ship, requesting to be taken directly to the Atlantic coast. A steward took them to the coast in a small row boat and another followed with all of their possessions. The jungle at night was a dangerous and confusing place to navigate. Jane hiked up her skirt and tucked it into her waistband, as she always used to and for the first time in six months, she felt a kind of liberation from her restricting clothes.

It took them an hour and a half of hiking and trekking through the jungle to find the house that they had moved into after the untimely death of Clayton. It was worn and it needed some work. It seemed the storms of the past six months had taken their toll on the little house.
"Up you go, Jane." Her father motivated her, following close behind. They were alone now. The stewards had gone back to the ship and the vessel was fading off into the distance. Jane had a package on her back, as did her father. They climbed the fragile ladder, until they reached the small house. Jane smiled softly, remembering all of the good times that they had had in this small space. She hoped that she would build more memories in this house, that she could feel at home again.

Archimedes was shocked to see the state of the house. Bed sheets had been torn, curtains pulled down and a perfume bottle that Jane had left was smashed on the floor. Jane made quick work of the mess and soon enough the place was looking acceptable. It looked like a cheetah had been there, but it was no cheetah. Archimedes knew that it was the wild man who had done this damage, that in his heartbroken state he had wrought havoc on their little humble abode.

Tarzan was roused from his sleep by the shining light of what could not be mistaken for anything other than a ship. He felt an anger rise through him, remembering the last time he saw a ship, taking away his Jane, back to England.
"I'll go check it out, boss." Terk whispered to Tarzan, who rolled his eyes, but allowed it. He sat against a tree, waiting for Terk to return. Whilst he waited, he thought about Jane. She was the only female human he had ever met and he felt for her what he had never felt for another creature. He wanted her to stay, to begin a pack with him, to be his mate, but she had other ideas.
"I am sorry Tarzan, but I do not belong out here." She had said to him, hiding her face under the large brim of her hat.
"Jane, stay." He begged her, he even fell to his knees in supplication.
"Oh Tarzan, I am sorry. But this is Africa and I belong with other ladies like me, in England."
"Jane belongs here." He stated, knowing it to be the truth. She shook her head and pulled him to his feet.
"I shall always treasure the time we shared. Goodbye Tarzan." She bid him farewell and before he could say goodbye, she was gone, the only human woman he had ever met, had ever loved.

Terk scanned the jungle, in an attempt to find the source of the rustling. When she got a whiff of a familiar scent, she froze. Surely this could not be, surely the little English girl had not returned to the jungle?
"Daddy, look!" Terk heard her cry out. She knew she should walk away, that she should never tell Tarzan what she heard or smelt, but she had missed her friend and she wanted to get a closer look. She had to resist bursting out in laughter when she saw her. She was struggling through the jungle, her skirt tucked up, revealing some sort of garment that Terk could not identify. She looked quite ridiculous, trekking through the jungle, only a parasol to keep her upright. But that was Jane, she was ridiculous and funny looking. She wore clothes that Terk did not understand and spoke a language that she could not comprehend, but she was Jane and that was what made her unique.

Tarzan stood when he saw Terk return.
"What is it?" He asked in grunts.
"You don't want to know." Terk replied, not wanting to anger Tarzan. He walked towards her, his nostrils flared. He stopped dead in his tracks when he identified the foreign scent.
"Jane." Was all he said. He was unsure how to feel. Why would she return? Why was she here? Was it perhaps because he was right and she belonged in the jungle? He did not know. He longed to see her, to race to the house and watch as she slept. But no, he was the leader of this pack and he would not leave them, even if Jane had returned. Seeking her out would have to wait until the morning, and to Tarzan, the sun could not rise quickly enough.