Joe ran through the forest at a pace not usually associated with his physical form. He used his sensitive power of smell to locate the human activity- the stench of smoke alarmed him.
Coming up to a clearing, he ducked behind a bush and looked out onto proceedings. Before him, villagers from the island trible milled around a fire. Above the fire was a crudely-fashioned stove, water boiling from inside, steam rising above to make a hazy mist. One villager threw vegatables inside.
More alarmingly, above the stove was a metal pole, which lay across two other wooden supports. Was this a spit? Joe's stomach churned.
He made his way round the side of the camp, careful to avoid being noticed, before coming to a darkened area behind a hut. Wooden cages were lined up, and in each was a pig.
Joe's eyes darted across each one. They were all members of the cruise- Joe recognised each one. Most were girls, but a couple were boys. Second from the left was Jess.
"Jess?!"
"Joe! Get me out of here!" Jess screamed.
The other pigs, noticing Joe, began to shout and squeal. A villager burst outside a hut- Joe returned to hiding.
"What are you porkers squealing about?!" The villager shouted. "Be grateful we have allowed you to take food from our home for as long as you have. Tonight you will repay us by being part of our annual feast."
Another villager joins him. "Which are you picking to cook first?" She asks.
Jess looks petrified. Panicked, she squeals towards where Joe emerged before.
"That one", the male villager said. "She's too loud. The cry of a pig gives me a headache."