I'm sorry to disappoint ya, but don't blame me. Blame the Ulanga. Well, I'm taking my promise back. Miss. You win. Get up steam.
Breakfast can wait.
Crocodiles slither from the banks into the river as they continue their risk-filled journey. Miss. Gave myself up for dead back where we started. They both duck down low and prepare to meet the threat together. While being fired upon, the Queen loses power right in front of the fortress making them easy targets when the steam hose disconnects and the pressure drops. At first triumphant after passing unhurt under the guns of the fort, they find themselves rushing directly into a wild, hazardous cataract of rapids.