From the writing of Nalla Mann--Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern
He saw just down river a point where the boat would pass near a small granite rock cliff. This was his chance. He ran inland into the thick jungle –crashing through branches with reckless abandon. He had to get to the top of that wall of granite before the boat did. He sprinted across a small opening in the jungle and then up the steep incline on the other side. Sweat dripped into his eyes as he reached the summit of the little hill. There it was but it was quickly passing by --he had to act fast. He backed up took a deep breath then took a running start and leapt into the void between the boat and the rock face with his machete drawn.
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