It was a typical teenage boys room, a mess and smelling faintly like the locker room at school. For the next couple of hours we worked on his homework... it was pre-algebra, which I had taken a couple of years ago so it was pretty easy stuff once you wrapped your brain around it. While we worked we joked about other k**s at school, mostly the surfers since neither of us hung out with that group. Mark was a jock, and I was a nerd. He was on the football team and I was on the chess team. He hung. "They are like those fake tattoos you used to get as a kid. Now I need each of you to stick one on their right cheek, right ass cheek, right inside thigh near your bikini line, and right boob."This is getting weirder. "Do we really need these?" I asked."Quit whining, Abbey. Have a little fun," answered Pam. "They will come off later." I wasn't winning," I told her making sure to keep my voice even. "I was just asking." Come on," Trish joined in, "it'll be fun." I gave her a fake smile as I head. "Uitula." Who?" Nev-never mind. Is it possible to remove that statue? To bring it down onto the beach?" she asked sweetly.Not one to refuse a polite request, especially from a woman of such poise as the one before him, Hiero Friogato climbed up the side of the ship and gently pried the figurehead from its spot using a straight iron pole. He looped a rope under its arms and around its back once it had been partly dislodged from the ship. The line was secured to the bowsprit so that the statue. “Or in this case, a paralytic,” she said with a smile as he dropped to the floor.Suddenly it sounded like every cellphone in the place– including mine– sounded an alarm. A voice much stronger than the normal translation almost yelled in my ear, “Master Rodriguez has poked a very angry Jaguar with a very short stick. Leave now and you will not be hurt. Your families will be safe. Check your cellphone. We know who is precious to you. If you stay you will die and your families will never be seen.