Armistead graciously drove around Wewak as we looked for the chief and took him to the club.
Yes, that's a genuine Wewak Slugger. After seeing this picture, I should have taken my Hell's angel's suggestion and wore a helmet. The hair was really scaring the common folk on the island.
We could have left the island long before the nuptials if Armistead hadn't sank our damned ship!