It was the year 1916. World War 1 was in full swing. The Germans had only recently bombed Paris from their zeppelins. Hostility was growing all over the globe. I decided to enroll myself at a university to study history. Of course, one has to be careful when doing such a thing in my position. If anyone caught on that I knew what the future held, well, it would be disaster. However, no one was the least bit suspicious of me. I was just another face in the crowd.
That is when I happened upon this man; Edward P. Finkle. He was a professor of Botany at the University.
It seemed that he was in desperate need of an explorer who would be willing to travel to the Makeahla Jungle to search for a rare species of plant. All expenses paid, too! If I succeeded, I would be awarded with a hefty check and be enrolled in the National Geographers Society. So naturally, I accepted.
If I managed to find this “Neoregelia Carolinae,” I would head to a base camp where Professor Finkle would be awaiting my arrival. He would then provide me with a check, and all parties involved in the mission would return home safely. It could not possibly be more easy than that. How hard would it be to find a red plant in a green jungle?
Before I began my journey, I looked through my maps and botanical information, trying to decide with route to take. I didn’t want to make any decisions before I got to see what the terrain was like, because I had never even been in a jungle before. Things seemed pretty tranquil.
Success! And just look at the little baby… awwwwwwww.
Yes, that is a laptop. I may be a time traveler, but there are certain things that cannot be left behind. It was a pain to find an adapter for the outlets, though.
I spotted a herd of elephants relaxing in the cool waters, and the scenery was just too beautiful to pass up without getting a few photos. I parked my raft and as I was preparing to get some shots of the elephants, I found a swing! Does Tarzan live out here?
I propped up my camera to get a few shots, because I knew that no one would believe that I had found some indication of civilized life out there. I began to wonder if I might discover some new tribe. But wait… was that… a shark?!
Quickly, I tried to jump from the swing. It was dangling just above the water, making me seem like a delicious dinner on a string, I’m sure. However, my whip got hooked on the seat and instead of leaping forward…
Yep, you guessed it. I fell right into the shark infested waters. Surely, you can imagine my terror. A hungry predator was swimming right nearby! As swiftly as I could manage (now that I was soaked) I got to my feet and lunged toward the boulders on the bank where the sharks wouldn’t reach.
I unpacked my maps with the intent to navigate a straight line directly to this base camp. Forget the stupid plant! I had enough of sharks and dinosaurs. The professor could go find the freakin’ plant himself if he wanted it that badly. Unfortunately, the drawings had become a mess of bleeding ink and it was impossible to determine what was what. Now how would I find my way back?
My raft violently collided with a fallen tree that was damming up the river, and now, the main support beam in front was cracked. The force of the water was relentless, and soon my raft was beginning to split in half! I slipped off just before the two splintered sections rammed against a tree where they were forcefully ripped apart. Soon, they were sucked under and vanished from sight.
As I began to try to estimate my location, I heard a squeak that sounded like kitten. It was a desert rain frog. At least I had finally found something cute and harmless.
I emerged from the water after admiring my new little friends and nearly walked right into the jaws of a crocodile! I backed away slowly, hoping that it hadn’t seen me, but it scurried several feet in my direction before halting to stare at me with its beady, blood thirsty eyes. I fumbled with the whip that was attached to my belt and manage to free it just before the croc made its next move. Cracking the whip in the air, I showed that monster who was boss; Indy-style.
As soon as the crocodile had lost interest in my flailing, I turned and ran for the hills.
Don’t try this at home kids.
A nearby group of unrelated orangutans looked on curiously, and one mother even held up her infant to observe the foolish human. Way to add insult to injury there Ma. Thanks.
I walked off in defeat, still hearing the echoing whoops and yells of victory from the primates. Hungry, wet, and really wanting to cry.
I spotted a structure in the distance and hoped with every fiber of my remaining sanity that it was the camp. It turned out to be an abandoned temple of some sort.
“Helloooo? Anybody home?”
I heard a low, throaty rumble in response. Slowly, I turned to look over my shoulder…
The stoic professor was the first to greet me, eagerly inquiring about his plant.
Me: “Sure, I have it. You didn’t tell me exactly how dangerous this trip was, huh?”
Finkle: “Ah, but it was worth it for the beauty of the divine plant, wasn’t it? Here is your check. Three hundred dollars!”
Me: “Three hu– three hundred dollars??”
Oh my god I had completely neglected to remember about that tiny thing known as inflation.
Finkle: “I know, it’s quite a reward, but this is a very special specimen! Do you know how difficult it was to pinpoint exactly which plant would complement my azaleas in the spring? I will be the envy of all of my colleagues at my soiree next month!”
Me: “Leave me alone. Don’t anybody talk to me.”
Finkle: *Laughs* “Oh silly, of course you will be invited. Don’t despair!”
I hope you liked my story! Don’t forget to visit Makeahla Jungle so that you can have your own adventure. Bye!
-Logan Callaghan aka Peter Pan
Indy the Time Traveler – LoganCallaghan
GizzA – Vintage Aviator Jacket
*ARGRACE* – Fedora Hat
REMARKABLE ♦ OBLIVION – Hipster Bag
RONSEM*– Rollup Jeans
RONSEM* – Sack bag -02 RARE
[Phunk] Lowtop Sneakers
Professor Edward P. Finkle – Daryoon Kroll
Tableau Vivant – Otto hair
DDD – Leather Spat Boots
Yasum – Dandy Coat
Yasum – Trash Pants
Role Optic – Ares I glasses