Fahua knew the people of his village were just as angry as the strange men, but 
      everything had happened so fast.  No one could explain how it all happened. 
      Fahua, who had been so busy making his new friend feel welcome, had seen  
      nothing.  He asked and asked, but each person gave a different story.  All he  
      knew  for sure for sure was that his friend was gone.  Fahua reached up and    
      wiped away a tear as he thought about the whole thing. 

      A few days ago, a peskadot (fisherman) had run to the chief claiming that there  
      were giant trees growing on the edge of the ocean.  The trees had huge white  
      billowing leaves like clouds instead of green leaves like the trees on their island.    
      He said he sailed out as far as he dared go alone to see what they were.  He   
      waited for a long time until the sun began to go down.  The trees were slowly     
      getting closer.  The chief said the man must be kaduku (crazy).  Maybe he     
      had been in the sun too long and was seeing things.  But the peskadot stood tall    
     and said  he had seen trees standing high up in the water. 

      The next morning as the sun began to brighten the sky, the peskadot was on the 
      beach.  At mid morning, he began to scream, There! There! I told you! Everyone  
      ran to join him.  On the far horizon, tall trees with enormous white billowing  
      leaves were beginning to show.  The chief patted the peskadot's shoulder and  
      apologized for doubting him.  Then he sent his strongest paddler and his bravest  
      warriors to see what those trees were.  The villagers  
      waited nervously for them to return. 

      When the canoes came back, the warrior in charge went directly to the chief  
      without speaking to anyone else.  The others could tell by the way he walked  
      someting important had happened and followed him closely.  He sat down in  
      front of the chief and waited until the rest of the villagers were settled. 

      They are not trees.  He looked at the peskadot and nodded.  But they look  
      like them.  Under the tall stems you saw there are canoes.  Very big canoes,  
      many times bigger than ours. The white leaves catch the wind and push the    
      canoes along. Those canoes are filled with men who are sick from thirst and     
      hunger.  They talk differently than us. We don't know what they are saying, but     
      it is easy to see they are starving.  He looked at the chief and said, I think they  
      want us to bring them here.  They need our help. 

      The chief looked at his other advisers.  Most were nodding their heads in . 
      agreement.  They wanted to help.  One or two shook their heads no but they were  
      the ones who were always afraid when something new happened.   The chief   
      looked back at the warrior.   He nodded his head as if he had made a decision  
       and said, bring them.  We will do what we can and help them on their way. 

      At daybreak, the warriors went back out to the big canoes and guided them  
      through the reef.  Fahua was with them.  He saw one boy about his own age lean   
      over the side of the tall canoe to see what was happening.  The boy was so weak   
      from hunger that he swayed against the edge of the big canoe and suddenly fell   
      into the water.  Fahua jumped in and pulled the boy to the safety of his own canoe.  
      Then he quickly climbed back in.  The boy's eyes fluttered open and he smiled.   
      He raised his hand and took Fahua's.  He gave it a weak squeeze, said   
      something in his funny language and then fell asleep. 

      Fahua helped carry the boy to his hut.  His mother made breadfruit and  
      coconut milk to feed the sick boy.  The next morning Fahua was surprised to   
      see the vistor sitting up and looking around.  He looked confused and a bit    
      frightened.  Fahua walked over and squatted down in front of him. 

      Are you hungry? he asked.  The boy's dark eyebrows drew together.  He didn't 
      understand.  Fahua sat back and rubbed his stomach.  Then he pretended to eat 
      something.  He raised his own eyebrows and pointed to the boy.  The boy smiled 
      widely and nodded his head.  He was very hungry.  Fahua brought him food and  
      sat back to wait until the boy had eaten his fill. 

      When he finished, the boy also sat back and rubbed his bulging belly.  He looked  
      at Fahua and smiled.  What's your name?  He asked in his funny language.   
      Now it was Fahua's turn not to understand.  He let his eyebrows move close  
      together and tipped his head to one side. 

      The boy leaned a bit closer to Fahua and, tapping himself on the chest, he said, 
      Doe-men-go. Doe-men-go" 

      Fahua understood Doe-men-go must be