It was then that a cry erupted from Hugo, the older Brazilian man freezing in place, as if petrified instantly. He was looking ahead where Marco and the boat were, the first to see the terrible sight that awaited the trio. The first thing to be noticed was the boat; a plume if fire lapped away at the air above from the rear of the boat. Crates and containers were scattered across the deck and onto the sand across the small shore. Hugo’s boat had been ransacked, and whomever was responsible had then set it alight.

“Marco!” Hugo cried rushing forward, he held his machete out at his side and drew a small revolver from a leather holster his waist. “Marco!” he yelled out again, his son nowhere to be seen. “What the hell?...” Hanjae moaned ,”Who did this? The boat!...”

[i]”Donde es mí hijo?[/i] Where is Marco?” Hugo demanded, his voice cracking frantically as he looked to the two scientists. Hanjae opened his mouth, but no words came out. This was beyond unbelievable. Someone had ransacked the boat while the three were in in the jungle. Although Hanjae dared not say it aloud, he had a feeling that the would-be plunderers had done something with-or [i]to[/i]-Marco.