A large cargo ship sailed off from Costa Rica, carrying Malcolm, Nick, Eddie, and their vehicles.
Soon, Isla Sorna was coming into view. As they approached the island, Malcolm saw Eddie open a case. He began assembling a rifle.
"MAS-36. It's been customized for use as an air-rifle. Fires a subsonic Fluger impact-delivery dart." Eddie explained.
"Does it work any better than your mobole radio telephone." Malcolm said.
"That's funny." Eddie said dryly. I loaded it with the enhanced venom of Conus purpurascens, South Sea cone shell, the most powerful neurotoxin in the world. Acts within a two-thousandth of a second, which is faster than the nerve conduction velocity. So the animal's down before it feels the -pfft- prick of the dart."
"Is there an antidote?" Malcolm asked.
"What do you mean, like if you shot yourself in the foot?" Eddie asked. "Don't do that. You'd be dead before you even realized you had an accident."
Nick meanwhile, was talking with the captain, who spoke only in Spanish.
"Tengo un hijo conmigo. No voy a hacer nada que es peligroso para el. Espera, espera. Uno momento." The captain said.
"Papa, espera te." The captain's son said.
"The guy says he wants to unload here on shore. He won't go any further up the river." Nick explained, "He's heard too many stories about this island chain, and, uh, he wants to drop us off and go anchor offshore."
Malcolm asked, "What stories?"
"¿Que tipo, de cuentos?" Nick asked the captain.
"De pescadores que se acercaron demasiado a las islas y nunca volvieron." The captain said.
"Si, si, si, he's heard stories of fishermen that came too close to the island, and then never returned." Nick translated.
"Tengo la radio. Tengo el teléfono de radio móvil." The captain said.
"Si, si, he has the radio and the mobile radio telephone." Nick said.
"Cuando me necesitan, llamenme. Podemos llegar en dos horas." The captain said.
"When you need him, send the call and he'll be here in two hours." Nick said.
"Pero no me quedare en este lugar." The captain said.
"But he will not stay here." Nick said.
"No me quedare en ningun lugar cerca de estes islas." The captain said.
"He won't stay anywhere near these islands." Nick said.
"Se llaman Las Cincos Muertes." The captain said.
"The call the islands, ¿Las Cincos Muertes?" Nick asked.
"Si." The captain confirmed.
"What, what does that mean?" Eddie asked.
"The Five Deaths, he says." Nick said.