Armstrong noticed some of the planks of the ship were dented inwards. "Maybe a sea creature attacked it, causing them to run aground here"
They both decided to follow the river north. Hours passed as they both followed the river, the jungle got thicker and further, they walked.
As they both trekked through the dense jungle, Armstrong couldn't help but be spellbound by the beauty surrounding him.
The sun shone through the canopy, casting dappled light patterns on the vibrant foliage. The leaves of the trees were a rich assortment of greens, purples, and reds as if painted by a master artist.
Sounds of the jungle were alive with the chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, and the occasional roar of a wild animal in the distance.
But the jungle was also a perilous place. The ground was slick with moisture, making every step treacherous.
