Journal Psalm 51
November
15, 2018
1000
North Sentinel Island, Southwest
Cove
Around 0830, I tried initiating contact after no one came to
meet us after we waved our arms and a cloth. I went back to the cache kayak and
built it up, then raced to the boat and got two large fish—about 15lb it felt
like (one barracuda and one half of a GT/tuna(?)). I put them on top of the
kayak and began running(?) to the house we had reach(?) about a half mile or so
along, over the top of dead coral in 4 ft. of water. As I was about 400 yards
out, I heard women(?) losing(?) and chaftening.
Then I spotted two dug-out canoes with outriggers. I rowed
past one, then saw movement on the shore. Two armed Sentinelese came rushing out yelling at me—they had two
arrows each, unstrung, until they got closer. I hollered, “My name is John; I
love you and Jesus loves you. Jesus Christ gave me authority to come to you…here is some fish!”
I regret I began to panic slightly, as I saw them string
arrows in their bows. I picked up the half GT/tuna fish and threw it toward
them. They kept coming. Then I slid the Barricuda off and it started to sink,
but my thoughts were directed toward the fact I was almost in arroq range. I
backpaddled facing them and then when
they got the fish, I turned and paddled like I never have in my life, back to
the boat. I felt some fear, but mainly was disappointed they didn’t accept me
right away. I can now say I’ve been nearly shot by the Sentinelese, but I’ve
walked(?) a(?) and cached(?) gear on their island (thanks Matt, your Bedrant(?)
students(?) worked great). Now I’m resting in the boat and will try again.
Later, leaving gifts on shore and in rocks. God, protect me and guide me.
SDG
-John Chau
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