"Captain, Jekal's leg bone was bitten through by a sawtooth fish. The broken fangs and bone fragments are lodged in the wound..."
"Captain, the temperature is dropping rapidly. We must start a fire immediately... but the only fuel we have left are the planks from the ship we sailed here on..."
"Captain, there's something off about this place. Why are there strange hieroglyphs and murals of the Natives all around us?!"
"Could it be... could it be that we've stumbled into a sacrificial site of the Natives?!"
Dimly, such voices could be heard, along with the sight of figures fading away.
Ian stood motionless for a moment, then shook his head, snapping out of the illusion.
He slowly stood up, turned to his companions with calm and said, "If nothing is amiss, this skeleton before us should be my father."
