"It's called Madagascar, and yes it's part of Africa, but just barely, 90% of the vegetation and wildlife don't exist anywhere else but on the isolated island.  It's even less civilized than the heathens on the main continent. It's mostly jungle unexplored by the civilized world. My employer has contracted me to obtain a certain object that is rumor to reside there, and he is willing to pay a healthy sum for it's retrieval." Johnny started to explain as his mind soaked in what the chap had said. He still wasn't completely sold, but with no other applicants he didn't have a lot of choices.<br/><br/>"The truth is, I don't even actually know if the relic is there, I have this...." He said and produced an ancient tome with some foreign writings and a map of an unmarked island that kind of resembled the basic shape of Madagascar. "This text roughly translates to: The Golden Lion head of the forgotten Pharaoh is in the mouth of a waterfall that pours from the tallest peek on the island of Merina's people. It's sketchy, but it's all I've got to go on." Johnny said as a concerned look washed over his visage.<br/><br/>"So that's the job, and although I'd prefer someone stout enough to carry heavy gear up steep untraveled terrain, I suppose a skinny chap who can squeeze into tight spots might also benefit my expedition. So.....you've got the job....At least on a trail run. But I can guarantee if you fail me even once, I will leave you in the jungles of Madagascar without a second thought...Is that clear?" Johnny concluded, looking to see if the young man's face faltered at all. "Also there might be an off chance that Nazi's will be trying to kill us!" He added in, quickly at the end, almost as an afterthought.