“At the Galapagos Islands, the cook wanted fresh wild pigs. He said we needed fresh meat to last until San Francisco. We tried. We heard pigs squealing on the island, running, large leaves moving as they ran underneath the foliage. Merihim said we’ve no time. So, we killed two large turtles, the biggest I’ve ever seen. The cook dried and cured the meat into jerky.” Historical FictionSan FranciscoIndigenousAlaskaArcticNative American LiteratureInupiaqAlaska Native LiteratureGalápagos Islands Book:Sivulliq: Ancestor Source: Sivulliq: Ancestor