The canoe traveled into a narrower river where Tatu's machete came in handy. He chopped the branches that were sticking out on both sides and were blocking their way in half. It began raining again out of nowhere, so the canoe began to collect water again. The heavy rain went on for two days and one night. It only stopped gradually when the canoe pulled over at a hidden abandoned port.
The port was flat, built on dirt land flattened with huge planks. They were made of tough and sturdy woodl. The ground had planks arranged neatly as if they were mounted, water could not even get into the gap between two planks. It was bizarre for such a port to appear out of nowhere in such a dense jungle. Tina could not help but ask after getting off the canoe, "Mr. Tatu, I can't believe there's such a port in the Amazon jungle. Who built this?"
