Sean John buttoned up his collar and twisted his neck around to glance at the beautiful native islander, half covered with a light sheet. These people had accepted him as an equal, graced him with all the gifts within their power, and welcomed him everywhere. He did not look forward to sharing the news of his latest research.
The sacred rocks of the island - the foundation of their religious worship and their ancestral pride - were not from this continent. The minerals were allocthonous. They were formed on a continent halfway around the world, not on their homeland. This news would directly contradict their religious myths.
Sean John looked at the woman once more, her long, dark leg dangling. He exited the hut.
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