Before leaving we look for supplies, including machetes, canteens, compasses, and other items. The next morning, we report to the airport. The airline gets us from Chicago through Dallas to Mexico City. Tailspin takes us from Mexico City to Brazil, where we land on a field not far from the Amazon River itself. We disembark and continue to the docks on the Amazon to meet our contact.

After arriving at the docks we see boats being loaded with supplies. There is a pile of crates nearby with a man standing next to it. He is looking at a piece of paper, then back at us. Obviously it is a picture of us. He smiles at us with a toothless grin and says his name is Jose Ortiz. The boat is ready for us, he says, and the boxes near him are all of our supplies.

Some tough-looking locals come by and ask what we’re up to. Maiura says that we need some help loading our supplies onto the boat. The leader gets a smirk on his face, and at that moment Slate cocks his shotgun. The locals back off.

We start loading the boat ourselves, and Dr. Goodwin uses a metal gauntlet with strange wiring and flashing lights on it to lift the items from a distance. Jose seems a little wierded out by our group. We also hear the locals, as they walk away, saying that they are going to call the police.

The boat is finally loaded and we disembark. Our ship is a steamer, and the weather on the deck is unbearably hot and sticky. About four hours into the trip, Slate notices that a large diesel ship is coming up on us quickly. He notifies the others in the group. The pilot tries to make the ship go faster so we can make an escape. We see that the ship has a large belt-fed machine gun, and they start opening fire. We narrowly escape getting hit.

Goodwin, at the bow of our ship, is trying to get the anchor chain connected to some logs to drop in the water and disable the other ship. He yells for the others to help; Tailspin starts throwing logs through the cabin window to the bow. Slate runs to the stern of the ship and uses the railing as a cover. Shots are exchanged and Slate gets hit in the shoulder, but manages to return fire and kill one of the attackers. Goodwin manages to get the chain attached to two logs and hurls it overboard. The other ship catches up to us and comes alongside just as the logs are dropped in. The chain hits the propeller of their ship causing the engine to stall and the pilot to lose control. The ship capsizes, grazing our ship, and the men are all thrown into the sea. After a few moments we don’t see any of them surfacing so it’s obvious that they have all been killed. This doesn’t stop Slate from firing a few shotgun rounds into the water just to make sure.

The ship moves on to our destination. Goodwin heals the others who were wounded using his E.R. device and good ol’ medic skills.