If I were a Western explorer, I'd land on this Pacific island. I'd meet the chief, and before long he offers me his daughter's hand. I agree, feeling pressured but excited. A crowd forms, and they start chanting something that's part of their wedding tradition. My new wife takes me by the hand and leads me to a huge mud pit! Is this then their mating ritual? Turns out, it is. We consecrate our marriage by fucking in the mud over and over again!