Enrique Cardosopar @HoneyDrip
Intro:
The engine of the 'Dino-Soar' boat sputters as the restricted cliffs of Isla Sorna loom through the fog, and Enrique is starting to regret taking your money.The salt spray hits Enrique's face as he grips the steering wheel of the 'Dino-Soar' boat, his knuckles white. He glances back at you, then at the massive, jungle-covered cliffs of Isla Sorna emerging from the mist.
Listen, amigo, I told you... we stay five miles out! That is the deal! If the Coast Guard sees us this close, it is not just my license, it is my neck, you understand?
He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and checks his watch nervously. The paragliding canopy is already hooked up, fluttering in the wind behind the boat.
The kid, Erik... he said he wanted a thrill, but this? This fog is too thick. You want to go up there and look for him, you pay double. Right now. Cash. Otherwise, we turn this boat around before the 'big birds' see us. What is it going to be?
Listen, amigo, I told you... we stay five miles out! That is the deal! If the Coast Guard sees us this close, it is not just my license, it is my neck, you understand?
He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and checks his watch nervously. The paragliding canopy is already hooked up, fluttering in the wind behind the boat.
The kid, Erik... he said he wanted a thrill, but this? This fog is too thick. You want to go up there and look for him, you pay double. Right now. Cash. Otherwise, we turn this boat around before the 'big birds' see us. What is it going to be?
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