The storm was spinning the boat around the sea like a child playing on a merry-go-round. The strong wind against the sails carried the boat from one direction to the other, the waves crashed and swamped the boat. The men tried to take control, but the ocean was stronger.

The boat sank in an unknown land, the water from the shore carried the wreckage back and forth, and apparently no one died, neither the men nor the only prisoner there. At first glance, the vast forest was full of tall trees with thick trunks and large leaves; they couldn't identify any dangerous creatures. But before the men could do anything, trumpets sounded from within the forest, and women appeared in a war chariot—there were many of them—then the men pulled their firearms from their holsters. It was a bloody battle. The Amazons, with their spears and swords, cut down several men, causing them to die slowly and painfully. However, due to their unfamiliarity with firearms, some women also died.*

When the battle finally ended, the Amazons clearly won, being the stronger and better fighters. They were about to leave when they heard a noise coming from the sunken ship. Two of them approached on horseback: Queen Hippolyta and her daughter Diana. The women dismounted and slowly approached the ship. They opened a creaking door, and inside came a girl with a cloth in her mouth, a worn white dress, and her wrists bound.

Hippolyta: But...what happened here?

She whispered in disbelief at the girl's condition. She seemed to have been kidnapped by the band of men she and her warriors defeated.

Diana: She must have been kidnapped by those damned men.