You discover the Tribe of the Golden Schlong

The four of you stop and look at each other, not sure you are really hearing it. Natali is the first to speak.

"It's drums! Someone is drumming! That means people." She says excitedly.

You knew you were a hell of a long way from anything that would even remotely be called civilization. It must be a local native tribe you were hearing. In the original notes there was some scant mention of a local population by Vincent's brother but he had been careful to avoid them, believing they were not friendly. You didn't want to have to deal with dangerous natives but your rapidly dwindling water supply and your lack of confidence in actually finding the airfield meant you might have to try.

"I'm going to go check it out." You say.

"I'm coming." Soo-yin informs you.

You nod. "Okay. Caitlin, Natali you two stay here. We'll be back soon."

"We should stay together." Says Natali, though you could tell she didn't have much left to give for another hike. Caitlin had already collapsed against a nearby tree trunk.

"No. You two rest and stay safe. We'll be back as quick as we can. Maybe build a fire so we can find you easier." You reply. "We'll leave the supplies here with you."

You and Soo-yin grab a knife each, the flashlight, the compass, and the hiking water filter bottle

"We need to go before we lose the light." Soo-yin says, hurrying you along. You kiss Natali and you are on your way.

Following the sound of the drumming you make your way through the dense forest. It actually felt good to be moving at full speed after the plodding pace of the day's journey. As you get closer thin trails through the underbrush begin to appear, likely used by the indigenous population. You find one that leads toward the sound, careful to keep an eye out for any locals. You wanted to get a look at these people before you decided whether to make contact with them or not.

After about a half and hour you are coming up to a rise. You see the glow of firelight against the trees of a large clearing up ahead. The sun has just set and the sky is purple in the gloam. You leave the trail and make your way through the darkness around to a natural overhang where you think you'll get a good view. Climbing up to the spot the village is revealed below.

Looking out over the area you see a village of maybe 200 people. There is no signs of any sort of modern technology or even any indication of outside contact. The huts are round and made of thatch with one exception of a large oblong wooden building at one end of the community. This wood building is supported up off the ground with stilts. The center of the village is a wide open area with a bonfire in the center and a raised platform to one side. The drumming is coming from the gathered villagers in this area.

There seems to be some sort of ritual or celebration going on as the bonfire is at full blaze and accompanying the drumming are dancers. The dancers are nude and are of both sexes. The dance they are doing leaves no doubt to what it is attempting to represent. The dancers rub and gyrate their limber tanned bodies against one another in incredibly sexually suggestive ways, all in time to the drumming. No one is actually fucking down there, but pretty damn near.

Upon the platform is a throne, its backrest shaped like a giant golden phallus, upon which sits a big woman in a multicolored bone and feather dress. Her full figured body stands out from the lean builds of the rest of the tribe. Beside her stands a tall man with a penis shaped helmet or crown, his arms are crossed in front of him. These were obviously the leaders of this tribe. You notice around the village other phallic images and symbols. Carved statues, paintings, even the way the village itself was laid out, all depict cocks in various sizes and stages of arousal.

The drumming suddenly comes to a halt. You and Soo-yin glance at each other, wondering what was coming next. The woman who looked like their queen stands up from her throne and throws her hands up. She begins addressing her gathered people. You cannot tell what is being said but whatever it is inflames the crowd up to a fever pitch. She keeps motioning behind her, to the nearby mountain. Each time she does so a new cheer erupts from the crowd.

She is definitely whipping them up to an end. This ritual is building toward something. You start to think that you might want to head back to camp now and get as far away from here as possible.