Tarzeena- Jiggle In The Jungle Instant

She began to inventory her crash site. A shard of fuselage. A first-aid kit, popped open and mostly empty. A single, functional satellite phone, its screen cracked but displaying a faint, desperate sliver of battery. And a machete, still strapped to the side of a suitcase that had miraculously remained intact.

The next morning, the jungle held its breath. Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle

The jiggle, it seemed, was a language of its own. She began to inventory her crash site