Jungle Sunrise
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A unique and captivating novel by a member of the Xtreme Team, who risk their lives and endure unthinkable physical deprivation while assisting native people in the most remote areas of the world. This novel has been written out of the rich background of that experience. It is evident the author has been there! He unlocks the secret of how to begin life anew, as the book s central character moves from a depressing, directionless life to a rewarding and incomparable adventure, discovering the ultimate meaning in life through trials and tragedy. One warning: do not start reading until you have some time because you won t put it down. Endorsed by Paige Patterson, President, Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary and Jerry Rankin, President, International Mission Board, SBC.
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Jungle Sunrise - Jonathan Williams
A novel by Xtreme Team Missionary
Jonathan Williams
Jungle Sunrise
A novel by
Jonathan Williams
Published by Nordskog Publishing, Inc.
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Copyright © 2010 by Jonathan Williams
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2010902112
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Photographs (except where otherwise noted) are the author’s.
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Jungle Sunrise is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to current events or locales, or to real persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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For the love of my life,
Jess.
You inspire creativity,
Reflect God’s beauty,
And make this adventurous journey unsurpassable.
With you, I’m always downriver.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copy Right
Dedication to My Wife
What Readers are Saying
PART ONE: Cocunut Juice and Wiskey
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
PART TWO: The Isconahua
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Part THREE: Down River
Chapter 39
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Publisher’s Word
More Fine Books from Nordskog Publishing
Free Stuff from Nordskog Publishing
What Readers are Saying
Contents
Jungle Sunrise is a unique and captivating novel, written by a member of the Xtreme Team, an inimitable group of men and women who risk their lives and endure unthinkable physical deprivation while attempting to find and assist native people in the most remote areas of the world. Author Jonathan Williams has written this novel out of the rich background of that experience. He unlocks the secret of how to begin life anew, as the book’s central character moves from a depressing, directionless life to a rewarding and incomparable adventure. One warning: do not start reading until you have some time because you won’t put it down.
— Paige Patterson President, Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary
Jonathan Williams skillfully transports the reader between two worlds in a captivating and suspenseful book. Having traveled in this setting with young missionaries seeking to reach isolated jungle tribes, I can attest to the authenticity of experiences encountered in this rich yet challenging environment. It is evident the author has been there! A subtle Christian testimony is effectively woven into the novel through intriguing personalities as they discover the ultimate meaning in life through trials and tragedy.
— Jerry RankinPresident, International Mission Board, SBC
PART ONE
Contents
Cocunut Juice and Wiskey
CHAPTER 1
Contents
Memphis gripped his four-foot-long wooden bow in his left hand as he knelt on one knee behind the thick brush. Two hand-carved arrows, as long as the bow, leaned against the trunk of a tree just a few inches away. Sweat from his hairline ran through the dry mud on his forehead and into his eyes. An orange sun peeked into the jungle foliage from the edge of the horizon, and Memphis’s body began to feel the wear of the two-hour wait. Although he could not even slightly hear or see him, Memphis knew that Artone endured the same exhaustion nearby. Memphis shifted his weight without making a sound or flinching from his fixed stare set on the shallow pool of fresh water twenty feet in front of his shield of bushes. His parched lips, dry throat, and unquenched thirst begged him to run and dunk his head into the clear pool. Memphis dipped his right index finger into the open coconut sitting on the ground by his calloused bare feet. Running the wet finger over his tongue and lips, he enjoyed the last drops of the coconut milk, one of the few amenities of the Peruvian Amazon jungle. I should be good for another half hour he thought, shifting his kneeling stance to his left knee. Memphis heard a small stick break. He froze. He knew his movement had not caused the sound. There were no limbs lying in the spot where he waited, for he had cleared out all debris when he settled in the night before. Something else had snapped the twig. A pile of leaves rustled. Another cracking of a stick sounded.
Memphis slowly reached for an arrow, his eyes fixed on the clearing between his hideout and the pond. By the time the jaguar stepped out of the forest and into the clearing, the arrow rested firmly against the taut rope and wood of Memphis’s bow, the point aimed a few feet in front of the approaching cat.
The young male flaunted black spots artfully painted across his yellow canvas. His long tail swayed like the body of a dancer as he strode toward the water. Threat rode on his shoulders. Fierceness lived in his eyes. His walk seemed prideful and fearless as if he were fully aware of his wildness and strength.
For a moment, Memphis forgot that he was the hunter.
It was agreed that Artone, the more experienced hunter and, by rule, the better shot, would make the first move. Memphis followed the unsuspecting prey with the tip of his arrow. The bowstring lined Memphis’s palm, ready for release.
He’s all yours, Art, Memphis thought to himself. Just pull your arrow back to your cheek and fire that thing right into his neck.
Memphis could picture Artone tucked away out there, hidden in the dense jungle. Some lingering dew rolled off a leaf onto Memphis’s head as he attempted to will his friend into action.
Come on, Art! Catch us some dinner.
The young jaguar continued on a steady, predictable path. He methodically closed in on the pond. At just a stone’s throw away, however, the jaguar hesitated momentarily, just enough to escape the unforeseen arrow.
Artone’s shot ripped through some high weeds across the clearing from Memphis and severed the jaguar’s left ear. Immediately, the wounded animal streaked away. Simultaneously, Memphis and Artone exploded out of the brush and into the clearing. Arrow still drawn, Memphis raced into the jungle, Following the bloodstained trail. Artone lifted his spear high as he chased after a second chance.
Mente? Mente?
Memphis shouted, having lost sight of the jaguar.
Keyo!
Artone yelled as he pointed to their right.
Zigzagging through the trees, the two men sprinted over logs, under limbs, and through thorns that promised pain to come. Artone split off to Memphis’s left up onto a ridge that afforded him a view of the entire area. He now ran parallel to Memphis, only ten feet higher.
Drumming feet echoed through the jungle and Memphis caught a glimpse of the jaguar. He narrowed in on the sound of his steps. Just when he thought he had pinpointed the direction of the sound, another noise from behind broke his concentration.
Memphis slowed his pace and listened to differentiate the sounds. His confused ears failed him and he decided to keep tracking in his current direction. As he hurdled a cluster of exposed roots, his adrenalin racing as fast as his legs were moving, he turned to see the male jaguar running straight for him.
Memphis could see Artone running directly behind the beast down the small ridge adjacent to the hunting ground. Memphis knelt on one knee, pulled his arrow back, and aimed at the jaguar, a mere twenty-five yards away and closing quickly. In a weak attempt to calm his nerves, Memphis breathed in deeply and then slowly exhaled.
Artone flew off the hill onto level ground racing against the rapidly approaching showdown. Chasing the jaguar as the jaguar charged Memphis, Artone launched his spear. The jaguar leaped and the spear missed its target, sliding across the jungle floor toward Memphis. Without flinching, Memphis released a true arrow. The jaguar fell at his killer’s feet with one ear missing and an arrow protruding through his upper-body.
Before Memphis could breathe again, Artone cried out Memphis’s native nickname, Budteré! Budteré!
Running toward Memphis hysterically with his arms waving around as if he were trying to fly, Artone desperately tried to warn his friend.
Startled, Memphis peered over his shoulder in time to witness the single most fearful sight life had yet to present him. Another larger cat bore down on him, her eyes intently locked on her prey.
Filled with dread, Memphis struggled to pull the arrow from the first jaguar. Unable to dislodge the weapon, he turned, trembling with fear and helplessness, to see the object of his fright. As he did, Memphis noticed Artone’s spear lying next to a tree halfway between the jaguar and himself.
Like a madman, Memphis darted for the spear. He reached it only a blink before the jaguar and, sliding leg-first, grabbed the spear, setting the dull end against the base of the tree. He erected it just as the snarling hunter leapt for the kill –mouth agape –and swallowed the point of the spear.
The spear’s end protruded through the jaguar’s neck, lifting her nearly straight up before the weight of the beast flipped the spear over backwards, slamming the dying animal to the ground. Its thrashing quickly ceased, leaving nothing more than a lifeless carcass just behind the tree where Memphis sat in shock.
CHAPTER 2
Contents
The melodious chimes of nearby church bells danced throughout the city before penetrating Jonah’s bedroom window like uninvited beams of sunlight in the early morning. Jonah cursed the obnoxious invasion, wishing he were deaf. If he could afford to move, he would. Holding his pounding head, Jonah slithered out of his bed and into the bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face, ignoring the hand towel hanging next to the sink. Still wearing his jeans and shoes from the night before, he had slept –or, better put –passed out in his clothes, and was, therefore, already halfway dressed for work. Jonah put on a long-sleeve, wrinkled blue dress shirt, the same shirt he had worn to work the day before. He stumbled into the kitchen where he put on a fresh pot of coffee. Plopping into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, Jonah pulled his laptop computer to face him and exhaled a deep sigh. He clicked the space bar and, out of habit, looked out the window while the computer woke up. His seat afforded him a modest view of the usually crowded downtown. At five in the morning, however, a strange mix of midnight shadows and morning glow pervaded the relatively lonely streets. The city that never sleeps did seem to nap at least occasionally. A feeling of solitude gently subdued Jonah.
Without enthusiasm, he opened the Microsoft Word program on his computer and proceeded to click through a series of questions. New document? Yes. Blank Document? Yes. He soon found himself staring at the familiar, depressing sight of a blank screen. The cursor blinking at the top left corner of the page taunted him. He impatiently waited for the distraction of his coffee.
A minute later, the green light on the coffee maker lit up.
Jonah gladly left his anxiety at the computer and set the coffee pot on a potholder on the counter. He opened a bottle of Irish whiskey and filled his mug two-thirds full. Adding a teaspoon of raw sugar and a small amount of hot coffee, Jonah stirred his drink with a dirty spoon and then returned to the computer. Within a half hour, he had finished three mugs of his special blend of Irish coffee, though failed to type a single word.
Instead, he had watched an old man down the street sprinkle salt on the front steps of a used bookshop. He had also changed the screensaver on his computer several times and canvassed the area below his apartment balcony with his blood-shot eyes, wishing he could skip work. And not for the first time, he wondered why the 100-year-old church next door insisted on ringing those dreadful bells every morning. For thirty minutes, Jonah sat and thought and dreamed and regretted and drank, but he had not, even once, typed.
Jonah Frost’s writer’s block had lasted nearly three years.
Exactly 1,070 days had passed since Jonah last wrote anything worth keeping. That short story won a first prize of $500 from a local Barnes & Noble bookstore’s grand opening competition. The short story, which painted a rather depressing picture of the endless despair of the process of divorce, was later published in a limited-circulation Writer’s Journal. Two weeks later, Jonah’s own divorce became final and he committed himself to writing his First Great Novel. In his mind, Jonah always referred to his ongoing work as his First Great Novel, for he remained confident that many more would follow.
Despite his confidence, though, there Jonah sat, alone in his apartment, trying desperately to look at anything but the blank computer screen. It might as well be a paperweight for all the use he put it to, Jonah often thought. For most writers, a three-year drought without a publishing contract would ruin any respectable reputation he had once earned among the sort of people that decide reputations. And it would most certainly rob that person of the right to say, I’m a writer,
when asked, So, what do you do?
It was different for Jonah, though. Not only was he the son of the late, acclaimed novelist, James Frost – author of two books mentioned by critics in conversations about recent classics, Jonah had also accumulated for himself a number of prestigious awards and accomplishments: published at age fifteen, recipient of the Young Writer’s Seal two years later, the only writer under the age of twenty to be included in America’s Best Short Story Anthology, winner of absolutely every fiction contest at NYU for four consecutive years, published in more than forty respectable short-story literary magazines, second-place winner in the annual New York City Hemingway Contest, and first place in the Barnes & Noble competition. As if all this did not prove sufficient to secure Jonah Frost a seat at the table of up-and-coming brilliant writers, his senior class in high school had named him Most Likely to Make the New York Times Best Seller List.
Consequently, the fact that Jonah had suffered writer’s block for nearly three years –1,070 days –and now merely taught creative writing at an obscure community college, might suggest that perhaps Jonah was not, in fact, a great writer on the verge of writing a great novel. However, whether the world demanded it or not, Jonah vowed that this next year would bring either noteworthy success or considerable change. He simply would not stand for another year of writer’s block.
He had made the New Year’s resolution a month early, writing and signing the ultimatum on a cocktail napkin at the bar. It was the kind of life-changing epiphany a drunken person has only when he’s desperate–or a desperate person has only when he’s drunk. Jonah now carried the folded cocktail napkin contract in his wallet. Only a week old, the resolution remained drastically important to Jonah. He would publish next year. He would write his First Great Novel. Things would change or his profession would change. However serious and committed, though, it appeared obvious that the inevitable writer’s block breakthrough would not take place today.
Jonah blinked from his fixed stare on the window, took a final sip of his now-cold mug of whiskey and coffee, and exited the Microsoft Word program. As he did, an all-too-familiar and ever-so-annoying question appeared on the blank computer screen.
Save changes?
If only there were something to change,
Jonah mumbled to himself.
CHAPTER 3
Contents
Jonah closed the laptop, grabbed his coat and left the apartment for his day job at the local community college. Despite the distance and the cold December chill, Jonah ignored the trolling taxis and opted to walk to work, as he always did, largely because of Miss Autumn Young. Jonah made two routine stops during the fifteen-minute walk each morning on his way to enlighten college students on how to write, and do so creatively. First, he politely shook the hand of the old gentleman who owned The Downtown Newsstand, which, despite its name, was not located downtown. Jonah always bought the New York Times and USA TODAY. Jonah had no clue what the man’s name was because, while they were never introduced nor did they ever exchange names, Jonah had been stopping at the newsstand every morning for more than two years, and it now seemed rude to ask his name. In addition, the owner had somehow learned Jonah’s name, and was always good to greet him with a Mornin,’ Jonah.
Good morning, friend,
Jonah would reply. A New York Times and USA TODAY, huh?
I suppose I am that predictable.
Jonah dropped a couple of dollars on the counter, folded both papers under his arm, and headed up the sidewalk. See you Monday, friend,
Jonah said, leaving. "Will do. Have a good