“First of all, we need to find Jiron and make sure he’s okay,” James tells him.

“But you’re barely able to walk,” he replies.

James pauses as he glances to Miko. “Be that as it may, I can’t let this stop me from helping a friend. I may not be able to walk well, but I am still a force to be reckoned with.” Turning away, he continues down the beach.

After walking beside him in silence for several minutes, Miko says, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know, we just need to find him,” James reassures him.

They continue down the beach for another half an hour when they come across two sticks stuck in the stand with shells and a skull hanging from a rope tied between them.

“What is that?” Miko asks.

Coming closer, James can tell it was put here by someone. The primitiveness of it makes him think of a ‘totem’. “It was probably placed here by locals to warn trespassers to keep out,” he tells him.

“Maybe we should too,” he says.

“I would if Jiron wasn’t up there, somewhere,” he says, pointing further up the beach.

“He might be okay now,” Miko says hopefully. “He is a good fighter.”

Nodding, James replies, “You may be right. Let’s find a pool and I’ll try to locate him again.”

They move a little inland, away from the pounding surf but not within the vegetation which may hide a rhino-lizard. Looking around they locate a pool that’s shielded from the wind whipping in off the water, so remains fairly flat.

James settles down around it as Miko joins him. Concentrating on Jiron, he watches as the image begins to shift and then suddenly they see Jiron, strapped to a pole as it’s being carried by two of the natives. He widens the image and they see six others carrying spears, traveling with the ones carrying Jiron.

Letting the image go, he turns to Miko and says, “I don’t think he’s okay.”