"Not what one expects, is it, Jeeves?"
"Not in the safari pamphlet, as it were."
"Indeed not, sir." There was a distinct soupy tone.
"You don't speak the local stuff by chance, do you, Jeeves?"
"I'm afraid not, sir."
I shifted uncomfortably against the tight ropes and there was a metal clang as my foot bumped the side of the man-sized pot. "Never thought to be in the literal soup, Jeeves."
"It seemed unlikely, sir."
"Surrounded by spears."
"Got a plan forming in that fish-fed brain, by chance?"
"I am sure something will occur directly, sir."