You have to hand it to Kane. He has a real knack for landing in dangerous situations that would get the better of most people. Not him though. He manages to flip these to his advantage, one time a king of Tahiti, another stumbling onto the Temple of Lost Luck. Now he finds himself in the deep, dank mangrove swamps of Louisiana. This is Voodoo country, where the mundane twists into something dark and unusual in an instant. This time fate hasn’t worked against him, and he is here on purpose chasing the legend of the Voodoo Gold. The only problem is that the first step involves submitting himself to the power of the Voodoo shaman. What could go wrong?