The Cost of Doing Business

Captains Personal Log..... Ok,new rule for the rule book, NEVER agree to work for an academic even remotely connected to Miskatonic University. Addendum to the new rule, ESPECIALLY if they have connections to a russian crime family...

Oh... where to start this story, I guess it did start being a bit too curious (see right there I should have known better! ) We were in port in Brazil, some english speaking fellow with a strange accent twinge comes up and plain as day ask me for transport...transport? me? , ah, well I'll give him a ridiculous price and he'll toddle off fast enough I think, oh, no he not only agrees but he offers to pay IN GOLD ...not notes, not silver,gold!

Well, I think, what can go wrong...I hate when I think that. It challenges the universe to come up with all manner of evil to rain upon my innocent head. We load up on supplies and gold! lots and lots of boxes of gold, off we go following some mouse trail someones ancestor heard about and crudely drew a map of, which since we are airborne, is practically useless.Someone please tell me again how good this is.

Three days of travel, against the prevailing currents, rain like hail and then suddenly it just goes away, we cruise low within 25 feet of the canopy sometimes, and the closer it seems we get to this suppossed "Lost City" the stranger it gets. I know better than to believe in every old ghost story but something about this professor and his obessive behavior as we get closer has begun to worry even me. The crew notices it and several of them have taken to some strange kinda jungle illness, hallucinating and screaming about all manner of strangeness, if this keeps up the crazy old bat can keep his gold,... well most of it anyway.

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