Since coming ashore the Great Barry R Island (which was conveniently located just past the Great Barry R Reef), Moses, Tzipora, Bubba, the good Mordecai (the Great Chieftain's cousin), and the bad Mordecai (the captain with the same name as the Great Chieftain's cousin), had come to realise that the Great Barry R Island was not uninhabited afterall.
It was filled with women wearing bathing costumes, and shirtless men wearing loosely fitting swimming shorts tied around their waists. Most of the natives were wearing hats, and some had even painted their faces, arms and backs with various colours - typically white, but fluorescent yellows, greens and several other colours could also be identified. While the Great Chieftain had scowled at the scant clothing and body paint the savages seemed to be comfortable with, Tzipora had breathed a little easier - "Perhaps feeding Bubba would be simpler amongst such easy-going people?" she wondered.
The natives seemed to speak a foreign dialect, although the four adventurers could detect the vestiges of English within the primitive tongue - "G'day mate", "She'll be roight, mate", "Throw another shrimp on the barbie, mate". Actually, the Great Chieftain admitted he just made that third one up. For want of another term for the native islanders, the crew decided upon the name Barries. Afterall, the island presumably belonged to the Great Barry R and these therefore were his subjects - Barry's or Barries.
Tzipora had seemed to pick up the strange language quite quickly. "Excuse me, errrr, Barry," she had asked one hesitantly.
The native had given her a strange look, than stretched out his hand as in some form of cultural greeting. "Actually, Bruce luv," he replied.
Tzipora looked at his outstretched hand, and then extended her own, which Bruce had grabbed and shaken vigorously. The Great Chieftain and the others had presumed this was some sort of ritual to ensure Tzipora wasn't a demon queen or some other superstitious nonsense that these savages probably believed in.
"What place is this?" asked Tzipora, choosing her words carefully. Bruce looked puzzled.
"What place is this... mate?" Tzipora asked again, remembering the key to speaking this primitive tongue.
Bruce's eyes lit up with understanding. "This Queensland", he said, gesturing downward at the beach with his finger.
"Interesting," noted the Great Chieftain. "So this is now the Queen's land. Probably the Great Barry perished, and his wife took over his estate. Sad, as I was looking forward to meeting him."
"Perhaps the Great Barry was conquered by an enemy Queen, who renamed the land after herself?" teased Tzipora, knowing what the Great Chieftain's reaction would be.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Great Chieftain. "If the Great Barry was conquered by said Queen, it would be called the Great Queen's Land, or even perhaps Greater Queen's Land, not simply Queen's Land."
However, as Tzipora conversed more with the native, the Great Chieftain quickly found somewhere isolated where he could determine the true facts of the matter via his phone. Before however, he was able to use his phone to determine the truth of the matter, he realised he hadn't been keeping up on events as far as his arch-nemesis was concerned, nor as far as his part-time nemesis and potential future in-law, if she really had been able to repair poor Eagle Two. The Great Chieftain opened up the International Spy Vision app on his phone, just in time to see Miss Jenny faint.
He was quite impressed with how Eagle Two managed to gently catch Miss Jenny before she touched the floor, and even more-so impressed by his methodology of reviving her - he had to squint, just to make sure that it really was Eagle Two and not another clone. "That poor part-time nemesis is suffering Snow-White syndrome", the Chieftain thought to himself. "But I must say, she's doing an amazing job with Eagle Two. Judging by the way he revived her, I wouldn't even guess he was... defective."
The Great Chieftain then saw his arch-nemesis walk into the scene, and heard the suitably revived Miss Jenny start talking.
"That would explain her perfect features and figure" Miss Jenny had said.
The Chieftain nodded. "They're talking about my warrioress," he thought proudly. "She was right about them being jealous."
"No woman is such perfection" Miss Ruby explained.
The Chieftain nodded. "No woman except *my* warrioress," he told himself proudly. He suddenly realised he was being somewhat possessive over the Japovian. "No matter," he thought.
"I thought there was something very peculiar about her" his arch-nemesis added.
The Chieftain rolled his eyes. "Nothing peculiar about being perfect," he smiled.
"It would explain why when she dropped us on our heads, she showed no emotion" Eagle Two said emotionally.
The Chieftain nodded knowingly. The sissy-clone was coming back, with those useless emotions and selfish complaints about being dropped on his head, when it was only for his own good. The sissy clearly needed some more of the medicine Miss Jenny was obviously administering to him. The Chieftain would have to write a letter to Miss Jenny. A please-and-thankyou letter. Please continue the treatment, and thankyou for the improvements you have effected thus far."
It was at that point, something terrible happened. Mordecai - not the good Mordecai, or even the bad captain Mordecai of the same name, but the *other* Mordecai - the cousin on the mother's side of the good Mordecai, also known as Morty - displayed on his International Spy Vision phone app. And he was with the Great Chieftain's arch-nemesis, behaving as if they were friends...
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