CHAPTER ONE
IF THEY STOOD VERY still, the sounds of the rainforest were like a soundtrack. Nature’s music swelled and faded around them, filled with the chorus of life that throbbed just beneath the surface everywhere they walked. It would have been easy to lose the song in the chaos of astounding visuals, but Alf Honeybun was determined to not only hear its magical tune, but to infuse it into his cells. Never to be forgotten.
“This probably isn’t the first jungle-type place you’ve been in,” Pleasance said with a grin.
“No. But it feels like the first. I never really experienced the last one, what with all the shooting and blood curdling screams of agony.”
They stood at the top of a rocky bluff, looking out over the dense green of an O’ahu rainforest. Behind them, the narrow path they’
