My belief that the dark jungle verdure would never end was
abruptly shattered when my machete clanged off a heavy piece of stone. It had
been so covered in vines that I had thought it was part of an old tree trunk. I
was intrigued. Once my leaden arm had recovered from the jarring impact, I
cleared the old foliage. This revealed a statue that reminded me of the tiki
idols the natives worshipped elsewhere on the island. Where those bore at least
a passing resemblance to human faces however, this one had great, bulbous eyes
and no evident mouth.
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