The boat sped away from Isla Nublar and on the long journey to Costa Rica.
"We made it." Gerry said to Nima. "Believe me, the whole world is better off without that thermos."
"Guys." Jess said.
"Not me, Gerry." Nima said, ignoring Jess. "Not my daughter."
"Guys." Jess repeated.
"Nima. I made a promise." Gerry said. "I'll figure something out. Come back to Dallas with us. We'll find a way to get your and your mariquita to-"
"Guys!" Jess yelled.
She pulled out a brown, leather satchel.
"How much did you say those embryos were worth?" Jess asked.
As the morning sun shined across the ocean, and the boat sped across, a flock of pelicans headed off from Isla Nublar.