The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass

You pick the direction that feels best and continue on. Eventually you arrive at a river. Judging by the current and width, you probably wouldn't survive a swim across. The water itself is muddied, and you can't see through it. No telling what swims around underneath.

One of the crew steps forward tucking a strand of blonde hair around his ear. "At least this is different from wandering through endless trees."

"Perhaps, but it's still not near the temple, Jack," Victoria replies.

"Think we could string together a raft? I bet it'd be quicker than hacking our arms weary," another member, Henry, speaks.
"Speaking of raft..." Jack replies pointing in the distance.

A crudely constructed vessel comes into view from around the bend almost on top of you. It's decorated similarly to the native's clothing. Red and covered in feathers. One of the natives on board starts frantically grabbing the others and motions in your direction. Suddenly, magic missiles barrage the shore from the boat followed quickly with a hailstorm of arrows. You were able to take down three natives with a surprise attack, but facing more on even ground, metaphorically speaking, is too much. Several arrows pierce your body, which is then blasted into pieces by the magic missiles. Your quest ends prematurely.
End Of Story