For many years, ClickClick roamed the jungles of Shartak, seeking atonement for a foul murder committed in his youth in a fit of frustrated rage. His crime against his people and his gods drove him alone into the wilds, seeking to assuage the anger of the Sky Lord and Earth Mother with the blood of outsiders. Their hearts are burnt as offerings to the gods; the smoke carries their heathen spirits to the skies, and the flesh is left to feed the creatures of the earth. He would wash away his sin with a river of outsider blood, and return to his people redeemed in the eyes of the gods.

When the spirits of over a hundred outsiders had been sent to the ancestors, ClickClick returned to Dalpok, only to find it beset by pale-skinned raiders and marauding pirates. He will now repay his debt to his people and his gods by protecting the village from the white devils' depredations. No more will the Dalpoki have to live in fear of the flashing cutlass or the roaring firestick in the night, for they have a guardian who watches over them with the eyes of the spirits.

Most notable amongst these heathen interlopers is the fearsome buccaneer known as Blackbeard. Despite falling repeatedly beneath ClickClick's machete, he always returns to haunt the jungles of Dalpok, and is ClickClick's greatest foe.

On the fourth day of the month the outsiders call 'June', two-thousand-and-ten years since the start of their calendar, the white devil known as Aphetto Kabal had the honour of being the three-hundredth soul sent in offering to the gods of the Dalpoki. Yet still the foolish heathens fail to realise their folly in befouling the sacred ground of Dalpok with their unclean footsteps, and ClickClick has no doubt that there shall be many hundreds yet to follow Kabal's spirit into the darkness.

After another eight moons had shown their changing faces over the great mountain, ClickClick took to the jungles once more, seeking to halt the creeping invasion of lice-ridden buccaneers at the source. During this time, as the invaders worshipped their heathen saint known as 'Valentine', the weak one, the four-hundredth white devil fell to his blade, Ebenezer Scrooge spirit sent screaming into the darkness.

When the brave Dalpoki warrior happy trauma slew his own one-hundredth white devil, he earned the right to lead the Dalpoki to war. So, in the month that the fat red ancestor visited the island, did ClickClick and several of his brothers travel north to the mouldering wreckage of the white devils' Great Canoe, bright steel in their fists and the ancestors' vengeance in their hearts. And there it was that Samantha Kade met her doom, and her spirit became the five-hundredth given to the ancestors by ClickClick's hand.

Still the white devils came, relentless as the tides that pound the island's beaches. Although ClickClick slumbered during the time of rain, his spirit travelling far with his ancestors', he came back to his body in the month when the heathens celebrate the birth of their pale saviour. He found Dalpok under fierce attack, and there was no shortage of hearts to be taken in the Sky Father's name. When the white devil known as pirate eater fed the Earth Mother with his life's blood, his was the honour of being the six-hundredth to fall to ClickClick's blade.