Day 1 pg 1st edit

In the lazy light of dusk Dr. Autogo watches, from his library desk, the tall dark shadow of the local voodoo witch slip into the jungle. Her scarfed up black and gray dreads sprout from the top of her head like an old dried palm tree. Her full dark skirt illuminated the decapitated white rooster as she splattered it's blood on the truck parked in the neighbor's driveway.

“This does not sit well with me.” he whispers to himself, as he gazes across the dead end street, at Captain’s new white pick-up.

“Captain, you go get the truck loaded now. I want to be on the first boat in the morning”. James is preoccupied with tomorrow’s agenda.

“Ok boss I go do and check oil. Captain is walking pretty tall for small guy all because of the new truck. It's not brand new but he'll be the cock of the walk around Bardica, in his mind.

“Don't forget the duffle bag from the back porch. I will go send an email to Dexter to pick me up at the dock at 6:50am.”

“Ok boss” he leaves the front porch, headed to the shed where all the supplies for camp are stored.

The late evening air starts to fill with noises as the last light is vacuumed through the towering trees. Singing bees and howler monkeys dominate the nocturnal airwaves.

Captain returns to the house after he loads the duffle bag in the cab. “Mr. James, I see Voodoo witch leave driveway. She go in bush.,"

“Ah. Forget about her, we have more important stuff to do tonight.”

“She bad omen. Why she here? Captain lowers his chin, mumbling to himself, shaking his head as he continues loading the truck.

Dr. Autogo slowly closes the window shutter for the night, saying under his breath. “What is she doing in this neighborhood so late at night? Was that a decapitated chicken she is swinging around? Nothing good will come from this.”