I woke up a little bit and got out of my sleeping bag. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened yesterday from being chased by baboons, being able to talk to animals, meeting Tarzan, and being threatened by a silverback. I pushed the thoughts away and walked out of the tent with a little bottle of shampoo, conditioner, a bar of soap, and my razor. I looked at the empty tub and decided to get some water. I looked to see some buckets and picked two up, then I looked to see Clayton bring some buckets of water over towards the tub.
I walked away to gather some for myself, then got towards a river that has a huge waterfall cascading from the mountains. I looked to see some elephants near the water and gathered some in the buckets without any problems, then I headed back towards the camp. I looked to see the tub vacant and saw Clayton bringing something hot near the tub. I placed the buckets of water down, then Clayton said, "Oh, Miss Rath. I thought I saw you leave and come back. I trust you slept well?"
I said as I kept calm, "Yes, very well. Um, what's in the bucket there?" Clayton said as he places one of my buckets into the tub, "Hot coals. I figured that you might want a hot bath to wake yourself up more." I said a bit unsure, "Thank you." I got towards the tub and looked at him as he stood there with his arms folded. I said in an annoyed tone, "Do you mind, Mr. Clayton?"
Clayton said, "Just call me George, Victoria."
I didn't like the way he's acting, pulled a long fabric as a shower drape, and mumbled softly, "Get bent." I slipped out of my chemise, got into the water, and began to wash myself. I washed my hair with shampoo, shaved my legs and armpits, and put some conditioner on my strands. I peeked out of the curtain to see no one there, but found a folded towel on the ground.
I climbed out of the tub as I wrapped the towel around my body and got towards the tent. I looked to see Jane awake and smiled, "Good morning, Jane." She stretched a bit and said, "Good morning, Victoria. I see you've washed." I said, "There's some more cleaner water for you." She got towards her suitcase to get her things to wash with, along with a change of clothes and said as she walked out, "Thank you."
I brushed my hair out, then tied it into a half-back with an elastic. I got through my suitcase, found a mint top with an off-the-shoulder neckline and 3/4 length sleeves, and an emerald green skirt that reached my knees. I slipped my clothes on and walked out of the tent to get myself some breakfast, which was biscuits and gravy. I looked to see everyone awake and saw Jane walk out. She wore her hair similar to mine with a few strands out, a yellow shirt, and a forest green skirt with a brown belt.
I offered Jane a plate of hot biscuits with gravy and said, "Here's some for you." Jane takes the plate and smiles, "Thank you. So anything we can do today?" I shrugged, "Well, I guess we could walk around a bit. Only if we don't encounter those baboons again or bump into some angry male with huge testosterone, as well as high aggression levels."
Jane held back a laugh, "I couldn't agree with you more, Victoria. Oh, is it alright if I call you by Vicky?" I smiled, "I'm okay with Victoria, Vicky, and Vivi. Any of these is fine by me." I looked to see Clayton wrap an arm around my shoulder, which made me get a bit miffed as he said, "I wouldn't mind joining you ladies and keep you safe." I rolled my eyes and said, "Thanks, but no thanks. This is quality girl time."
I lightly nudged Jane, who looked at me and nodded to get the memo. She said, "Yes, that's right! We didn't get a chance to since the whole baboon incident and after fixing everything in the camp. Is it alright, Daddy?" Professor Porter looked at the two of us and said with a light chuckle, "Oh, alright. But be safe you two and try not to get lost." Jane and I grinned as we gave a little high-five, "Yes!"
I smiled, "I'll just grab my camera and backpack, then we're all set." I got up from my spot, ran towards the tent to get my backpack, and checked everything to be okay since my last encounter with the baboons. I looked at Jane and asked, "Got some more paper left from your sketchbook?" She said as she gets up and moves towards the tent, "I'll find out. I think I do."
In a few seconds later, she came out with a book and pencil saying, "Righto, I still have some left. I even brought an extra one in case." I said, "I hope you're not mad, but I took the sketch from you and gave it to the baboons. They were mad at us a bit, but they took it fine when I gave it back to them after the whole scuffle. I still have a picture of the little rascal and you could use it as a reference for a sketch."
Jane smiled a little, "Oh, that's alright. I wouldn't mind using that as a reference from your camera. So what do you like and what's your hobby?" I said, "Well, I love to read, dance, and sing. I like what all girls like: makeup, jewelry, desserts, candy, shopping, seeing the movies. I'm also into some adventure sometimes. I went to the savannah and met with a lion pride three years ago."
Jane said, "You actually met a lion pride?"
I nodded, "Yeah, it was pretty exciting and I grew attached to them like they were my family. The previous King Mufasa was like a father to me as Simba was like a little brother when he was a cub." I began to tell her about me being a black leopard, meeting Mufasa and seeing Simba's birth, being around the lionesses and bonding with the pride, the hyenas, Mufasa's death, Timon and Pumbaa, Rafiki helping me change back with Mufasa's spirit being with me, and battling Scar to help Simba take his true place as king.
I showed her my camera about the savannah animals, then I got towards the pictures of Simba as an adult when I last saw him. Jane said, "He's a very handsome lion. It must've been horrible for the both of you to see Mufasa being killed by Scar." I sighed, "Yeah. I saw it, but just froze and felt paralyzed to react. When I was dangling as Scar pierced his claws into my hands, I felt so scared and then I became angry that I forced him to admit that he's the murderer."
Jane said, "Vicky, it almost seems like you've been in The Lion King and experienced it." I held back a laugh and said, "Yeah, you might say that. But the pictures there are evidence and proof that I didn't clunk my head, then turned nuts. I guess after I changed back and woke up that my ability to talk to animals is still there. How about you? What do you do for fun?"
Jane said, "Oh, draw sketches, painting, and reading. I always loved art. I think I like the same things you do." We talked more and found out we love the same music, TV shows, food, and movies. We headed back to the camp when we became a bit hungry for lunch. We ate some fruits and I said, "Jane, do you think I could maybe help with your dad's research? When I met Tarzan, I noticed that he has mannerisms like an ape."
Jane said, "Really?"
Professor Porter walked over and asked, "You want to help me in my research?"
I shrugged, "Well, I just wanted to do something to thank you for taking me in."
Professor Porter said cheerfully, "Alright, let's get my notes, books, and things! We'll also need the chalkboard!" Jane and Professor Porter got everything ready as I kept thinking about the threat the gorilla leader gave me. I pushed the thoughts away as Jane asked, "Vicky, are you alright?" I said, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking, that's all."
Jane asked, "What did he look like? Tarzan?"
I said as I felt my cheeks warm up for some strange reason, "Well, his features are very chiseled. He's not too buff or too lean, but has good muscles. His face is very sharp and angular, has dark hair that look like dreadlocks, and wears a brown loincloth." Jane said, "Righto, anything else? What about his figure? How does he stand?" I shrugged and explained when Jane began to draw Tarzan on the chalkboard, "He didn't stand upright. He's kinda crouched and supports his weight on the knuckles."
Jane drew Tarzan just like him, then she said, "Really?"
Professor Porter said, "On the knuckles!"
Jane grinned, "Exactly like a gorilla!"
Professor Porter exclaimed, "Extraordinary!"
I said as I imitated Tarzan's walk, "It's so cool! He bends over like that and he walks like this!" I began to make some ooh-ooh grunts like a gorilla when I walked around, then Jane laughed and joined in as the professor did. He laughed, "Oh, I see! Just like Aunt Isabel!" Jane gets up a little and Professor Porter says, "Victoria, what a discovery! A man with no language, no human behavior..."
I said, "And no respect for personal boundaries."
Professor Porter asked, "How do you mean?"
I got towards the professor and said, "He was this close, Professor! Just staring right at me!" I got up and took the chalk from Jane, then I drew Tarzan's face by adding the lips, nose, brows, and got to his eyes as I said, "He seemed confused at first, almost like he's never seen another human being before. His eyes were intense and focused..." After I finished drawing the eyes, I felt myself in a trance by looking at them and sighed, "I've never seen eyes like those before. They have a sort of fire in them, but they're so gentle at the same time."
I got out of it when I heard Professor Porter clear his throat, "Oh, shall I leave you and the blackboard alone for a moment?" I looked to see him chuckle and Jane tease a little, "Your face is becoming warmer and pinker." I touched my cheek and said trying not to laugh, "Guys, c'mon!" Jane said, "Think of what we can learn from him! We must find him."
I looked to see Clayton walk towards us in an angry way, then he said, "Professor! You're here to find gorillas, not indulge some girlish fantasy!" I said to myself angrily, "Girlish fantasy?" I marched up towards Clayton to give him a piece of my mind and said, "I'll have you know, George Clayton, I didn't make it all up! Besides, Tarzan is..." I stopped in my tracks and looked to see Tarzan land on his feet, looking up at me and Clayton staring at him with his jaw slacked. I finished with my arms folded and a satisfied smile, "Real. Jane, Professor, meet Tarzan."
The Porters looked in shock and Jane smiled, "It really is him!" Professor Porter stammered happily, "It's him! It's...it's...it's...TARZAN!" Clayton grabbed his gun fast and barked, "Professor! Jane! Victoria, stand back!" We looked in alarm, then I ran towards Clayton and shoved his gun up towards the canopy shouting, "DON'T!" I covered my ears when the gunshot rang out, but sighed in relief to see no one being shot.
"Clayton," Tarzan said.
Professor Porter looked at Tarzan, "Huh?"
Tarzan looked at the old man and said, "Clayton."
Professor Porter starts laughing happily, then Clayton looks at Tarzan with a raised brow and asks, "Have we met? How does he know my name?" I shrugged, "I guess he knew because of the gunshot." Tarzan came towards me, stood up, and touched a lock of my hair with a smile, "Victoria." I felt myself blush a bit more and said, "Hi, Tarzan." Professor Porter chuckled, "I see what you mean about those personal boundaries."
Tarzan looks at Clayton, then stands up like him and mimics holding a gun. Jane and I held back some giggles, then Professor Porter said, "Look at him, girls! Moves like an ape, but looks like a man! He could be the missing link!" Tarzan slowly got on his knuckles, then Clayton pulls Professor Porter close and says, "Or our link to the gorillas." Clayton walks towards Tarzan and asks, "Where are the gorillas?"
Tarzan starts to play around with Clayton's mustache, but Clayton stops him and shouts, "GOR-ILLAS!" Tarzan stands up and shouts back, "GOR-ILLAS!" I sarcastically said, "Nice English you're teaching him. He doesn't understand much, but he only knows bits and pieces." Clayton scoffs as he wipes the drawing of Tarzan with his arm and doodles a bad drawing of a gorilla, "I'll make him understand. If I can teach a parrot to sing My Country 'Tis of Thee, I can certainly teach this savage a thing or two."
He points to the drawing with the chalk and says, "Gor-illa."
Tarzan takes the chalk and examines it saying, "Gor-illa."
Professor Porter smiles and holds Jane's arm, "Oh! Oh! He's got it!" We watched Tarzan scribble on the chalkboard over the drawing when he got onto it saying, "Gor-illa! Gorrrrr-illllla!" Professor Porter slumped a bit, "Oh, perhaps not." I held back a laugh when Clayton takes the chalk from Tarzan and shouts, "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" Tarzan took the chalk back and said in the same way Clayton did, "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"
In an instant, the two started fighting over the chalk when Tarzan climbed up on Clayton's hip to get the chalk and Clayton tried to shove him off. Luckily, Jane took the chalk to make the two stop fighting and stay where they were. Jane calmly said, "Mr. Clayton, I think Victoria and I will take it from here."