His little girl’s safety was priority number one. The waves kept crashing into the sides of the canoe, yet he could still hear her little cries. As long as her sounds were ringing into his ears everything was okay. The native people knew he was coming today, but for some reason they didn’t accept our arrival. Hopefully this time they hold their arrows back. Weaving left and right between the rocks, he could feel himself getting lower and lower as water kept pouring in. “Only 2 more miles,” he thought, “that’s where the neutral ground begins.” With a paddle in his left hand and the comforting heartbeat of his daughter in his right, he adventured forward, knowing in 3 days time his wife back at camp would be terrified to hear how the day unfolded.