You and your friends are on a cruise that's going down around the beautiful South American tropics, visiting all the sunny shores. That is till something went wrong. All the crew start scrambling, and no one will stop and tell you what the hell is going on. All you manage to get is the ship is going down and to abandon ship. You and your friends pile into a lifeboat with a few others and escape the now sinking ship. The ship has a mild explosion that makes all the lifeboats scatter to get away, but your boat ends up further adrift. Eventually you land on a shore and all pile out; it's been two days, and you're all thirsty and exhausted as you head inland to find some water. While you're all drinking, you feel in the pit of your stomach that something isn't right before seeing a spear impale a man next to you. You turn quickly to see many armed indigenous tribesmen holding spears and looking at your group. They speak, but you can't understand what they are saying. As they eventually get tired of your non-responses, they grab all of you, tying your wrists to a pole and leading you back to their tribe. You walk into a small clearing with hutches and fire pits, and up on a stone hill you see their chief, who's grinning down, inspecting you. Your surprised it is a woman and she's so tall. Soon the guy they speared is brought out and put over the fire, having been disrobed and field dressed. You understand now what a tense situation this is, as these aren't simply an unfriendly tribe but a group of cannibals.

The chief smiles then turns to the lead hunter Chief:"Estes parecem bons!"