(a small village on Apueblo Island in the middle of the desert)
Jack: Some place you got here, Chief.
Chief: Apueblo Island has been our home for centuries. We are accustomed to living in the desert.
Dorsalo: So who are these Yellow Bandits you keep mentioning?
Chief: The Yellow Bandits are our mortal enemies. They came here a few years ago seeking territory. We have been at war with them ever since.
Jack: Sounds like a bunch of punks. Although you guys are kinda rough yourselves. Almost shooting me in the foot and all........
Chief: I appologize for our actions. We were almost certain that you were a threat to us.
Jack: I mean we could be a threat, we're no pushovers.
Dorsalo: What my rash friend is trying to say is that we mean you no harm, even though we are quite strong.
Chief: I understand.
Jack: Rash? Who are you calling rash? You're the one with a rash, Dorsalo. (he points to a red mark on Dorsalo's neck)
Dorsalo: Hmmm that's weird. I didn't think it was possible for me to get sunburned.
Chief (concerned): I hope that isn't what i think it is.
Jack: What do you mean by that?
Chief: Our village is currently struggling with a disease that has claimed many of our tribe members. It begins with a rash, and also causes sneezing and a high fever.
Dorsalo: (acho) (acho) Well this sucks. And waht do you mean "claimed"?
Chief: No one has died this time, thankfully.
Jack: This time?
Chief: About seven years ago a similar disease swept the village. Fortunately, our chief medic, Swamp Fox, was able to develop a cure.
Jack: Well let's call this Swamp Fox and have him take a look at Dorsalo.
Chief: Here he comes now. (a tan boy with a mohawk walks towards them)
Swamp Fox: Greetings, Chief. Who are our visitors.
Chief: They call themselves pirates, but mean us no harm. I believe one of them has caught fever.
Swamp Fox: Let me have a look. (he exams Dorsalo's rash)
Swamp Fox: I'd say you've got it. Why don't you come to the infirmary with me.
Dorsalo: That would be nice. It's much to hot out here anyways.
Jack: Dude you have a fever. Leave the foraging to me and get some rest.
Dorsalo: Oh okay, later.
Chief: We should be able to provide you with food before your departure.
Jack: Thanks, we were kinda screwed otherwise. (a horn sounds off in the distance)
Chief (nervous: However, if you could help us with something, that would be appreciated.
Jack: Okay sure. Help you with what? (the horn sounds again)
Chief: The Yellow Bandits are approaching. I think they intend to invade. Are you ready for a fight? (Jack draws his two swords)
TO BE CONTINUED