Not long after, Shaareim returning from her short walk along the coast, and she sat slowly next to the table full of their companions, in the only seat that was appropriate free, next to Samuel.
- My Lord…- She took off her hat and use it to giver her air- Brazil, my god… With how easy it was to Nauhky Lee go somewhere else. Denmark would have been lovely…
- ¿Already started with your little tropical mood?- Nathan smiled.
- I know… I am sorry…- She sighed, shaking her wavy hair.
- At least we not seem you complaining of your pain- Noted Sullivan.
- Almost if it hurts. Compared to what hurt me in China… But… honestly i do not know what I prefer, if sprained pain or sweating like a pig…
- I'll get you something cold- Samuel patted her arm, as he stood up.
- Thanks Samy- She smiled.
- And so I smoke a little in the way… ¿Does anyone want something specific? ¿Do we need more beer?
- Bring a couple more- Victor said.
- We are fine- Nathan said, looking at Elena.
They saw him start to pull away, as he pulled out his lighter.
The group was talking until several minutes after Samuel appeared with the left of his cigarette between his teeth, placing on the table about four beers how he was carrying in one hand.
- Luckily just I told you a couple- Laugh Sullivan.
- They were on sale- He muttered with cigarette in his mouth, approaching to Edna- There.
He placed a cold bottle and a large plastic pot, which she opened quickly, with curiosity. It was ice cream, a lot, and three flavors.
- Chocolate with nuts- Samuel threw his cigar off and he sat down- Banana cream, and peanut butter. And tonic water, obviously.
- Great- Smiled Edna- You are a sun, thank you.
- I know, I am lovely- He pulled a pair of spoons from one of his pockets- Start inviting.
- Samuel- Elena said, seeing as they left the ice cream pot in the middle of both- ¿You have a good memory?
- Yes- He ate some ice cream- But anyway I do not know what you mean…
- ¿How do you know what flavors she want? You don't ask her.
- Because there are the same flavors. She is easy to predict.
- In addition to that you also love those- Edna said plunging her spoon into the ice cream- And tonic water…
- Do not remember me- Nathan sighed- That you stole a half truck with tonic water, years ago… I ended up hating the damn drink…
- ¿You stole a truck?- Victor laughed- ¿Seriously?
- Half truck…- Clarified Sam.
- I do not remember where the hell we were hiding- Nate said- But at night appeared a beverage distributor truck, with the lights off. Sam left the trailer, pulling out boxes with tonic water, while Edna still behind the wheel.
- ¿Do you know how to drive heavy trucks?- Elena looked her- ¿Where did you learn that?
- I have no idea- She laugh- One day we were, Nate and I, practicing our driving skills. Only for curiosity I got on a truck and end… It's like that the larger the truck, the better I drive. Must be a super power or something…
- And while smaller, worst- Samuel laugh- You can not park normal cars and you stink driving a motorcycle.
- I Stink driving a motorcycle, well said.
- You are weird as hell- Sullivan said.
- Look who's talking, Victor- She looked at him funny- Nobody at this table is normal.
- You are a special case, worth studying.
- I'll stay with that I'm special, and I decide to ignore the rest…- She ate ice cream.
Everyone laughed softly.
- By the way- Elena settled, thoughtful- I was talking with to a contact around here, looking for clues…
- ¿Is it a good source?- Victor smoked.
- He is a historian and anthropologist… He is.
- ¿So?
- He told me several old stories there around the Juruá River, all have more or less the same. Be supposed to, formerly, they lived here the mythical Amazons.
- The most powerful women warriors of the New World- Samuel said- ¿What's with that?
- Well, one version says that a lady warrior of those, had a son. He, was not strong like his mother, so he trained for years without results. One day, tired to remain weak, he begged his god, Ñande Ru Guasú or The Great Father, to give him a hint of the strength they had. In return, the man devoted to extend the waters of the Great River until his body died. Ñande Ru Guasú was saddened and while he slept, he awarded him the strength of ten thousand Amazonas. When he awoke, without knowing his change, came to practice and the first blow that gave the ground, he make the Juruá River.
- The Hunter River- Nate thought.
- The hunter ran down the river he had created, discovering its immense power, fear itself and the possibility of hurting his family unwittingly. He cursed to Ñande Ru Guasú, saying that was not what was ordered and, furious, he hits the ground, creating a huge hole where he entered, to let die. The natives say that in a certain place of Juruá River you can see the entrance to the hole, but no one has ever entered, because it is a forbidden and a cursed land.
- It's the best place in the world to bury a treasure- Sullivan said.
- That's not the most interesting… The hunter, knowing that his force the exceeded to Ñande Ru Guasú, he called himself Nunugaule, the son of destruction.
- ¿Nunugaule?- Edna say- ¿Seriously?
- It is almost the nickname Nauhky Lee- Nate said- Naule. The beginning and end of Nunugaule…
- It can not be mere coincidence- Thought Sullivan.
- My contact recommended go to Manaus- Elena said- There is a library there that while it is not a big deal, It has a few books related to that story and some maps of Juruá River, made by the Guarani Indians, in his time.
- Great ¿When we go out?- Asked Shaareim.
- ¿How about tomorrow morning?- Said Victor- Today we have to enjoy the day.
The group nodded. They deserved those hours of rest before hiking back.