New Indiana Jones for Fanfiction Friday: Indy and Marion Discover the Enchanted Tiki Room - Part 1

Happy Fan Fiction Friday! To skip my yammering and get straight to the new Indiana Jones story, just click this.

On Monday, I posted a poll on Twitter asking what I should write for today. Indy and Marion won pretty handily. Indiana Jones is my number one fandom, followed closely by Star Trek, so I was a happy little camper this week keeping my head in the space of my favorite adventurer. 

I'll admit right now, this was a rush job. I had a busy freelance week. But I had so much fun writing it. It's sheer pulp! In fact, I think I'll make this a two-parter. You can expect more next Friday. But I'd like to revise this as I write part two. As far as Indiana Jones fan fiction goes, I also included what I think is the number one, all-time-greatest piece of Indiana Jones fan art at the end of this blog. I think you'll love it!

Please leave me any feedback you have in the comments section. Seriously, anything. I'm not sensitive in the least. Let her rip with typos, geological mistakes (there's a lot of rocks in the story) things that seem out of character for Indy and Marion, really anything at all! I'm a pretty fast gun when it comes to screenplays and nonfiction, but fiction is the genre in which I've worked the least and there's so much I don't know. 

Some fun facts:

1. I used this timeline to double check my references. 
2. Pan Am first started flying to Hawaii regularly in 1935, so that worked out nicely.
3. The name of the first hotel to open in Hawaii? The Moana in Waikiki. 
4. I'll admit, I'm kind of a nerd for Hawaiian history because of research I did in the past for an Enchanted Tiki Room screenplay. So I was secretly hoping choice number three would win the poll! (Which is why I stacked the deck with Indy and Marion there together.)

Anyway, I really do hope you like it. Let's see what Indy and Marion are up to on beautiful Waikiki. (This playlist I made is a fun reading companion if you're on Spotify.)

1936, Somewhere on Waikiki


“This is breathtaking,” Marion said as she stood in front of the dense wall of jungle foliage. She could still hear the gentle wash of the waves in the distance behind her. The entire island smelled like flowers. She didn’t think it was possible until she stepped off the plane. He tried to tell her, but she didn’t believe him. She never believed him.

“Come on,” Indy said as he disappeared into the green. He smiled as soon as his back was turned. Her astonishment was exactly what he hoped for when he read that Pan Am was offering flights to Hawaii. He saw it in the paper one morning while she was still sleeping. He'd crinkled it too loud, causing her to stir.

They’d only been back from Washington for two weeks, but he was desperate to take her somewhere she actually wanted to go. Neither of them were comfortable in his house, not after everything they went through. They worked on the road, on boats and in trains. Sitting still? That was a different story. He still had the rest of Christmas break left before his sabbatical was over, so he settled on Waikiki.

“Hey, hold it! I’m not going in there.” The sound of her distant voice brought him back to reality. 

He stopped, called back to her, “Why not? This is our last chance. We leave tomorrow.”

“I’ve had enough of…that for one year.” He opened his mouth to tell her he didn’t know what she was pointing at, but she interrupted instead. “Enough for a lifetime! Wait a minute, are you after something? Damn it, Jones! This isn’t a vacation, is it?”

He made his way back to the tree line and burst through, immediately making eye contact with her. He gestured to his side, “No gun, no whip, remember? This is called a hike. Sometimes you take those…on vacations. You wanted to see flowers and birds.” He pointed to the jungle without breaking eye contact. “The flowers and and birds are that way.”

She planted her feet even more firmly. He softened his facial expression and reached out his arm toward her. She smiled and grabbed his hand, following him into the smell of dirt and the filtered light streaming through the canopy.


 “Hey look, a path. There’s a kind of a…dirt path. Do you think the hotel made this? Should we take it?” 

“We’re at least two miles from the hotel, I doubt it leads back. Probably locals. Might lead to a beach. Fishing, maybe.”

“Let’s take it.” She wasn’t asking. He followed.


After hiking silently for another hour and a half, the sun was setting fast.

“It’s time to go back,” he turned around.

“Why?” she sounded disappointed.

“Sun’s setting.”


“It’s not safe in the jungle at night.”

“Safer than Egypt, I’ll bet.”

He knew exactly the face she was making without having to look. “No.” He started walking back the way they came. She followed.

“You can’t just say no to me. And what about that flower you told me about, the one that only blooms at night. The sa, sara…”

“Cereus, and that’s only a couple times a year. There’s no way to know…” Indy came to a dead stop at the sudden sound of drumming. The last time he heard drums like that, he was having a little bit of trouble in India.

“What is that?” She asked with a naïve curiosity. “Is that…do you think it’s a show?”

“Come on,” he grabbed her hand and ran in the opposite direction. They only made it a hundred feet or so before they were surprised to see a line of torches up ahead slowly making their way on the path. Without speaking, he pointed in their direction. He turned back to the sound of the drums. Marion pulled him off the path. They ducked down below the ground cover.

She whispered, “They won’t see us if we hide, right? Do you think it’s them? Did…did they find us?” She was always sure they were being followed.

“No. What would the Germans want with Hawaii?” His focus grew distant, the way it did when he was running facts and scenarios through his mind as quickly as possible.

“Which way is the beach?” she asked. He gave her an incredulous look, he already knew what she was thinking. She continued “If we find the beach, we can follow it back to the hotel. You know which direction it’s in, right?”

He smiled, “The Moana is east of us.” Marion was rough around the edges, but she was smart. The exact same thing could be said of him. But his favorite thing about her was the fact that her eyes sparkled every time she had a good idea. That's how he knew to really listen. He watched her eyes. They told him the difference between panic and truth.

She whispered, “I don’t care who they are, they don’t care who we are, we get out of here, we eat our breakfast in the morning, we board our plane and go home”


They sat silently waiting for the hikers to pass before they could move again. The orange glow of the passing torchlight threw shadows on their faces as they watched and waited. There were only four men. None of them spoke. Stranger still, they were wearing full three piece suits. They moved with intention. When they were gone, Indy and Marion scampered across the path and into the darkness.

They were steadily making progress. Until Marion walked into a spider web and let out a shriek. By the time she covered her own mouth, they heard the hikers heading their way. They picked up the pace.

They found the moonlit beach and began running along the shoreline. The lights of the hotel were visible in the distance, but Indy and Marion were tired. So tired, the torches eventually caught up. The men approached. They had guns. Indy instinctively reached for his, but it wasn’t there. Vacation. He was angry at himself. He could do without his gun, but he was a fool to leave his whip.

One of the men stepped forward; he was older. All grey hair and pinstripes.

“Hands up, please.” Indy and Marion complied, putting their hands behind their heads. Pinstripes seemed remarkably calm. He looked at Indy and nodded upward.

Indy started, “We’re on a trip. We went for a walk. We got a little turned around. That’s all.”

Pinstripes smiled, “You went for a walk in the jungle at night? Sing me another one.” His accent was distinctly American.

Marion jumped ahead of Indy, taking her hands off her head. “We don’t have to explain ourselves to you. This is America, pal.” Indy smiled at the suits, leaned forward and tried to grab Marion’s arm to pull her back. She turned around, “No. I don’t get pushed around by Nazi scum. Anywhere. Ever. But especially not in my country.” All four of the men laughed simultaneously.

Pinstripes lowered his gun, “Nazis? Us?" He turned around to share the laugh with his cronies, "Lady, if I saw a Nazi, I’d give him a pretty lead present right between the eyes.”

Marion turned around to look at Indy; she was smiling in a way that he knew meant, See? My approach worked better than yours. She was standing tall with her shoulders back, looking proud. Indy lowered his hands from his head, which prompted the suits to draw on him again.

“Did I say you could put your hands down? Your dame got away with it, you don’t make the same mistake!” Marion stepped back in line with Indy. “Maybe you’re honeymooners and maybe you’re not,” said Pinstripes.

Indy interrupted a little too quickly, “We’re not married.” Marion shot him a look.

“I’m not finished!” Pinstripes fired a shot in the air. “I’m on a schedule. I’m no Nazi. I don’t kill Americans. But I can’t have you running around the jungle or running back to the hotel and calling the police. Least not until morning.” He looked into the distance, focused on what looked like a big pile of black rocks. “You like taking walks? Start moving, over there. You can come out when the sun’s up. We’ll be gone by then and you can call the Saturday Evening Post for all I care.” He pointed with his gun. Indy and Marion marched to the mouth of a cave on the shore. 

Pinstripes gestured to one of the other suits for a torch. The man handed it to Marion. “You come out, he’ll shoot you right in the knee cap. Understand?” she gave one slow nod. 


Marion didn’t want to sit and wait all night and for that matter, neither did he. They thought if they went deeper into the cave, eventually they could find a place to climb up and out.

“Hold it,” Indy said gruffly to Marion as she trudged ahead. He crouched on the ground, using his hands to wipe wet sediment off a carving on the stone floor. Marion was just a few paces ahead. She turned around and rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ve got it. It’s not that heavy,” she said lifting the torch in her hand a little higher just to show him. “See?” She turned back around and continued walking. "What's the matter, Jones? Worried about me?"

The sound of waves crashing outside was getting louder by the minute. Indy wondered how long it would take the tide to come in and fill the cave. They needed to get higher. Fast. Maybe Pinstripes knew about the tide and maybe he didn't, either way, they had to get out. Preferably with their knee caps intact. 

“Marion, stop.” He stood slowly

Marion turned around again slowly, looking annoyed. “Do you have to be so bossy? Can’t you at least be polite? If you want to take the lead, you just say, excuse me, could you hand me the torch, I would—“

He walked up to her straight-faced and grabbed the torch from her hand.

“Hey! What did I just say?”

Indy smiled smugly and raised his eyebrows, gently touching her shoulder and turning her around. He kicked at a large rock on the ground. It slid forward into the pitch black. Then they both heard the sound of it falling, bouncing off of every sharp crag on its way down. It landed in water below with a dramatic crash. Indy held out the torch, which barely illuminated the first few feet of a deep, dark pit.

“Oh,” said Marion. “You take the lead. For now.”

He hopped over the crag and held out his hand. “It’s okay, it’s volcanic rock, it’s not that wide.” She grabbed his hand and jumped over. “Stay close.” He held the torch ahead of both of them and kept a tight hold on one of her hands.


Peals of thunder cracked through the cave every few minutes. What started as a light rain turned into a tropical gale. Flashes of white would illuminate the massive cavern for a second or so. Indy knew, if the lightning could get through, so could they.

If the sky had opened up, so did the cave. It was as high as a cathedral now and the ground above must not have been stable. They stepped around the random downpours where rainwater was pounding through crevices above.

“They would’ve caught up to us by now if they were watching, right?”  Marion asked.

“Right. But that’s not what I’m looking for.”

“Well, what…”

“The tide. It’s rising. I don’t know who those guys are but they weren’t scientists.”

“We have to get out,” she turned her attention to one of the openings up high, “Can we climb up?”

The drumming started again. This time is sounded like it was in the cave. Indy glanced back the way they came, then toward the drumming. “We’ve been doing this wrong.” This time, he walked toward the sound of the drumming following different offshoots in the cave until they made so many turns, they felt like the earth might swallow them whole.


Indy glanced at his watch. He was tired, but Marion was exhausted. The water was lapping around their ankles now. The tiny cuts they were both accumulating from the sharp volcanic rock in the ever-narrowing cave stung in the saltwater. By now, they couldn’t even hear each other over the sound of the drumming. The torchlight was about as bright as a single red ember.

In the misery of their trek, Indy didn’t notice that in addition to shrinking sideways, the path they followed was coming to a narrow point in all directions. The ceiling of the rock was practically at their heads. They pressed on, slowly but surely until dust began to fall from above. For a moment, he was annoyed. Then he stopped suddenly, as if realizing something important. Indy wiped his eyes and lifted the torch higher, it seemed only a small red ember by now. Dust? In a cave like this? It makes no…

Slats. There were wooden slats above his head. It didn’t seem possible, but there they were. “Stand back.” He handed Marion the torch.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna break through that,” he pointed, “and we’re getting out of there.”


While you wait to rejoin your heroes, I have to ask if you've seen this incredible work of fan art by Patrick Schoenmaker.  

One of my favorite artists, Stephen Byrne, has done some great Indiana Jones work too.

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