Trouble

The two women turned to see several figures emerge from the trees carrying spears.

But they didn’t look like normal south seas natives… and for that matter, they were MEN!

The two were soon surrounded by six men in loincloths.

They weren’t normal men ether. They were buff. At least by male standards. They still hand the usual lean Male frame, not an ounce of body hair, and the Hair on their heads cascading around their faces.

One of the men said something. Megan didn’t understand it but, strangely, she noticed Andrea did.

Andrea responded in a similar sounding voice.

“Col? What’s going on?”

“I told them we mean them no harm, we’re lost.”

“How do you know what they’re saying?”

“Cause they’re speaking Greek…”

“You speak Greek?”

“My father’s family moved to the US from Greece when he was six. My grandparents taught me the language”

“Okay… so… WHY ARE THERE A BUNCH OF BUFF GREEK MEN POINTING STICKS AT US IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN?”

“I’ll ask”

Andrea asked the lean man who they were…

Megan still didn’t grasp what they were saying but one word the man said did sound familiar…