“What is going on right now?” the English soldiers yelled. “And don’t tell us it’s heartburn!”

Mamtowna glared at the captain and set down his hot drink.

“What’s going on?” The English soldiers looked at the tribal leader nervously. “What’s big chief angry about now?”

“He’s just complaining about heartburn, keep calm,” the captain bluffed. “Keep quiet and let me talk him through this.”

“My dear Mamtowna, honorable warrior, please do not misunderstand. I have not come here to get you to perform my dirty work. I am simply coming as an old friend, seeking your aid in my time of need. These men will kill me and my young friend if I do not get rid of them and outsmart their master. I beg of you, open your heart and extend to me your warm friendship once more, as you have in the past.”

“You speak well, as you always have.” Mamtowna picked up his drink and began sipping from it again. “But I owe you nothing. For the services you performed for me years ago, I have already repaid you generously. However, there is something I want now from you.”

“F-from m-me?”

“Yes. I want to know where you hid the treasure of the Lost Island. Obviously, you’ve been there, otherwise these men wouldn’t be hounding you like this. So, clever man, where is it?”

“Great leader, have I not already told you? I have nothing. The Lost Island is nothing more than a story. I was there, yes, but no treasure resides there.”

Mamtowna suddenly stood up and flicked his drink in the captain’s face. “That’s what I think of your lies, white man. How dare you take me for a fool? I am no gullible lackey, lacking brains in my skull! I know you have the treasure buried somewhere, and I want to know where!”

“What is going on right now?” the English soldiers yelled. “And don’t tell us it’s heartburn!”