Try to scream, Ann. Perhaps if you didn't see it, you could scream. They reach the vicinity of the uncharted island after making their way through foggy seas. Ann wonders how they will know if it's the right one. A lookout reports breakers ahead.
Anchor is dropped in a cove.
They hear the muffled sound of drums and chanting in the distance. Taking a small party of about a dozen ashore, along with ammunition, guns, bombs, and Denham's camera, they approach the native village. The first thing they notice is the imposing wall. It might almost be Egyptian. Behind them up stone stairs are grotesquely-painted witch doctors and the tribal chief.