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Part 2

So we ran to them and saw them in cages made of sticks tied together with dead vines. Then we saw their captors they were all men and women all wearing camouflage and yelling in a language I didn't understand. At all it kinda sounded like a bird call. At the same time they all yelled croo croo except one the one in the cage with us. Then he started talking but surprisingly in English he said that he has Been here for 18 years and he still was there. I asked why he got there. He  had just showed up after a plane crash and the natives just through me in here. Croo Croo means jail for life. What are you joking i said. His answer was sadly no. After he finished I found an escape route through the top of the hut the rope was loose. Later at midnight I untied it and the five of us ran even the old man. We got miles away