Yes, if it means getting the girl

Calvo paused to think, still looking into Blue's eyes. If he joined the tribe, he wouldn't be alone against the prison guards. He might be able to hide in the jungle indefinitely with their help. From what he had gathered about Blue, she still wanted him and was asking the tribe to let him join. She probably wanted to marry him or whatever these people did along those lines. He looked at her more closely from her mohawk of hair to her beautiful face, from her large firm breasts to her blue-tinged skin. She was without a doubt the most exotic woman he'd ever bedded. Then his mind recalled the intense sexual passion she had shown him, and he started to get hard. There were a lot worse things in the universe than the prospect of being married to her, and most of them were right out there on this world searching for him as he stood here.

He came to a decision: at least until such time as he could get off this rock and back to civilization, he would join the tribe and marry the girl, if that was where this was leading. He grinned warmly at Blue and put his fingers into the tribal elders circle of fingers. Blue beamed at him and threw her arms around him, rubbing her cheek on his face. The elder smiled slyly.

The drama of the situation must have overwhelmed the village's objections to him, for a loud whoop went up from the crowd, and most of the males rushed to Calvo, slapping him pretty hard on the back. Then a majority of the women came and rubbed their cheeks on his.

The elder used her power voice again and quieted the assembly. "Prepare the Manhood ceremony!" The males lifted Calvo and carried him to a tent, throwing the flaps wide. They deposited him on the skins and weavings and left, closing the flaps again. One middle-aged warrior stayed with him, sitting crosslegged, facing him. Calvo sat stoically as hours passed. The warrior met his eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back, wondering what would happen next.