Mark travels to an unexplored jungle-a strange patch of hot, humid forest where isolated tribes still hunt with handmade bows and arrows. He goes for many reasons-some known to him from the beginning and some remaining mysteries forever. But when he's suddenly surrounded by men with wooden spears, Mark realizes that some adventures-some trips to far-off places-might not be worth the risk. For years the tribe keeps him as a slave-forcing him to do more than just carry firewood and crops harvested from the jungle. He's guarded by the tribe's stone-faced medicine man every night-the two spending countless hours together as Mark talks about his past-as he starts to lose his grasp on reality-as his sense of time and truth begin to blur. He never stops dreaming of returning home-of leaving his jungle prison one day-of taking his two young children with him-emerging from the wild with their little bodies held triumphantly on his shoulders. He dreams of returning from the edge of the Earth to tell the world how he survived-how he persevered through all the dark times-how he escaped with only himself to thank-even if only part of his story turns out to be true.