Other than a few comically wide eyed looks from Neil, he wasn't too picky with the foods. After all, these people were human as far as he could tell and they had not died yet. Nor did newcomers get infected with diseases from the foods, if this Shaman's testimony was anything to go by. Still, poking what he thought looked like an egg, only for it to pop and open up like a fleshy soft fruit was a bit disconcerting. 

"I'm on a diet," he said to the Shaman once he reached past the delicacy to some of the meatier foods, shoveling what cooked meat he could into his mouth. Once he actually got a taste for a few things, he found some of it to his liking. The insect-like appendages even seemed like some well cooked, land-sea food. Or maybe they actually had caught some of these creatures in the ocean. The sea was close enough, after all. 

He did his best to smile and show he enjoyed some of it to the Shaman, only for his eyes to catch the voluptuous and very bare beauty that had draped a familiar insignia on his shoulders. He gave a short whistle at that, suddenly a bit ravenous in more ways than one. [i]Stop it, they have spears and this is not the time for you to think with your other head[/i] he heard himself say in his mind. Neil blinked and turned away, shoving some more of the browned meat into his mouth as the youths singing below them were suddenly silenced, and he was unceremoniously (ironic?) thrust into the spotlight with juices dripping down his chin. 

"How many you elevate, blessed ones?" The Shaman asked Neil as the younger tribes people filed passed. Neil shook his head, letting out a confused "uh," glancing Junebug's way and then back at the Shaman, who gazed at Neil expectantly. The pilot wasn't exactly paying too much attention to the younger men and women that presented themselves before them. He did his best to nod as if considering, chewing idly. 

"How about her?" Neil declared, pointing to the gorgeous woman. 

"No!" The Shaman cried, waving his hands about and shaking his head. "she too old." 

Neil's eyes drank her in. "She looks just the right age to me." 

A glance from Sayeeda snapped him back into focus, and he cleared his throat embarrassingly. After a few moments of consideration, Neil pointed to one of the younger men. He seemed to have very little in the way of tattoos, and there were no bone piercings on him that Neil could see. "You, come here." Neil declared, trying to give an air of command. The Shaman reiterated what he said, and the younger tribesman hustled over, fearful and curious. 

"Well he definitely needs some pants first, but I do think we need someone to fetch the crew equipment. Someone other than me." His finger on his chin, Neil didn't want to start more trouble than was necessary, so choosing only one was probably for the best. There was a small rumble, and Neil felt it in his stomach. He supposed some of the food really had not agreed with him, and was suddenly acutely aware of the lack of toiletries he'd be privy to. 

However, after a moment there was another rumble. This one an echo, yet much larger and more foreboding than the last. The Shaman Wetumpkah's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and the night sky was suddenly lit in the distance as one of the many mountains on the horizon erupted with a fiery wrath. Fortunately it didn't seem to be a big enough eruption to warrant taking cover, but the Shaman's next words froze the crew in their spines. 

"The Rakeeri have spoken. As you elevate Naphrit to the stars, we shall gift the world with this one's body." 

Neil suddenly felt his arms grabbed by two of the stronger guards, though they did not seem to be ready or willing to hurt him. They seemed thankful, which was scarier in and of itself. Neil wasn't entirely certain what was going on, but if what he thought was happening was happening, that fucking volcano just asked for his soul. "H-Hey whoa, hold on fellas!"
[@Penny]