A Rude Awakening

The Acceptance

 Shaken, Mike lowered his head further and kept quiet, hoping she was talking to someone else. Finally, he gathered the courage to look up, but when he did, the woman shot a poisoned dart in his shoulder.

Mike woke up in what seemed to be a hut. His hands were tied to the wooden chair he was sitting on. Before he could figure out what was going on, the woman at the river slapped him.

"Don't they teach you not to stare at naked women where you come from? Who are you and what are you doing here?"

She said. When Mike finally looked up, he noticed he was sitting in front of two men and three women, and from their weapons and dressing, he could tell they were warriors.

Mike profusely apologized and indicated he had only been looking for help.

"So you were looking for help behind those bushes?"

The woman at the river asked. After hours of intense questioning, they finally untied Mike from the chair. According to the tribe, they had only experienced one other plane crash, and they had never seen survivors from that crash. However, they had received a few unwanted visitors before, and they had been dealt with swiftly. Mike was just lucky not to have been directly killed.

Mike was taken to the elders after the five warriors cleared him. They invited him to a feast that evening. He asked them how he could get phone service, but they all seemed confused and didn't know what he was talking about. They had no phones and had no use for them. Since it was already late and he was tired, Mike accepted their hospitality.

At the feast, he again met Abby, the woman at the river. This time she wore a long flowery dress that made her more feminine. He was breath taken. After seeing her, Mike went ahead and approached her. After awkwardly greeting her and apologizing again, he finally got his words right and complimented her beauty, while trying to make small talk.

The feast went on the whole night, and Mike had one of the most beautiful nights of his life. For a night, he had forgotten his responsibilities as the astute businessman, and all he did was live without caring about the next business meeting. He decided to stay with the people, and as days turned to weeks and weeks into months, Mike grew more comfortable in his newfound home.