Miguel and Tulio escaped the ship of Hernán Cortés with their new horse friend, Altivo. They went several days without any food or water but they eventually found land.

Miguel was fazed, staring at the sand in his hands before perking up with Tulio, large grins as they explained in utter joy and relief, kissing the ground before shrieking like little girls as they saw skulls with spears in their heads.

Tulio attempted to get Miguel back in the boat, but Miguel noticed that there was a rock that looked exactly like the one on the map to El Dorado he had stolen back in Spain

After some convincing, Miguel managed to drag Tulio and their horse with him to through the jungle. Miguel whipped at the leaves and vines with a sword he had found in a skull.

They were...also going in circles. Miguel stared at the map, walking along as Tulio was lost. And then Miguel was lost. And then the horse was lost. Fortunately, they all found each other again until they heard a rustling behind them.

Miguel stepped in front of Tulio and Altivo as he held up a long flimsy stick since he had lost his sword earlier.

"Whoever you are, come out slowly! I have...a- a weapon! And I'm not afraid to use it!"

The blond tried to sound intimidating..but he really didn't. Tulio sighed, the map in his hand, and rolled his eyes as he watched his dim witted friend attempt to threaten the thing in the bush.