[ WP ] `` On your right , you 'll see natives living along the beach , and they are NOT happy with us being in their sacred waters . ''

`` On your right, you'll see the natives living along the beach, and they are NOT happy with us being in their sacred waters.'' Marcus muttered into an imaginary microphone as we floated on our shamble of a armored rubber raft, now riddled with darts and primitive arrows. 
 
 The emergency escape pod suffered severe damage on the drop down to planet side. The light weight and heat resistant alloys made for makeshift armor for ourselves and our rubber survival raft. Our only hope was to get out of the territory of these natives and get to the Federation outpost downriver. 
 
 The ape-like primitives were much akin to gorillas from earth in terms of survival habits. Building `` nests'' in trees, which were more like tree houses that any kid would want, and not being able to swim and just not liking water in general, getting most of their hydration from native plants and fruits. 
 
 I was to be conducting studies of the primitives, to see if they were viable to learn, be educated, and introduced to the galactic stage. It was doubtful, as my 2 years spent observing them from the Federation Cruiser, the *Iaculum*, proved they they were essentially at their peak of civilization. My colleague had much less respect for said natives however, making constant jokes of giving the peace presents of bananas. 
 
 The natives walked the shore, matching the pace of our boat in the current, some carrying spiked clubs made from the tails of some native fauna, some with blow guns, others with crude bows. The small rifle was all we had to defend ourselves, should the currents run us aground.They believed that water was a portal from the land of the dead and the land of the living. Anything from the water was, in their eyes, an undead demon trying to escape. 
 
 Marcus ducked, but no arrows nor darts made impact, but fear crossed his face for the first time ever since I met him. 
 
 `` Whats wrong?'' I dared to ask. 
 
 He quickly raised his hands to me making hushing sounds as he returned to listening to the world around us. He peaked his head back up to see over the plating. 
 
 `` Ooh, that's not good. Issac, do you hear rushing water?'' 
 
 `` We're in a boat, i'd be more concerned if there was n't'', I answered, feeling witty. 
 
 `` The natives stopped following us, and it sounds like it's getting louder. Oh shitsnaps.'' 
 
 Sudden terror and dread filled me upon realizing what he was blabbering about as the noise grew louder. 
 
 Waterfall.
