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There was a certainty in Viotto’s speech as though the man had seen the island before. Of course anyone actually willing to risk their lives and those of others had to have some semblance of proof or was just close enough to regroup and try again. It made Christopher think had Viotto been on this expedition before and what had happened to that little crew of misfits of his?</div></span><div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 600px;background: #0000000; color: #000000;text-align: justify"><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“I am here purely out of curiosity,” he said. He noted the olive toned woman who’s lip pulled upward in a smirk as though out of disbelief. “I guess if I write a few books , The discovery, monetary gain is soon to follow.” What need was there to lie? Though he was truly interested in the historical implications of this trip, Christopher knew that if they were to actually reach the island and return alive, they would become overnight celebrities. That was exciting and anyone who said otherwise was clearly lying.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Well I’ve met plenty who claim they know their way to the island and it all ends up being a bunch of crockshit,” the women said. It occurred to Christopher then that possibly getting to know each other’s names would be the best way to actually get to know the team. While they all were here for different reasons and absolute strangers, they would have to depend on one another as much as possible while on this journey.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“And I take it you write for some sort of publication?” The woman looked far too young to be involved with journalism, too young to be risking her life in his opinion. Though there was an undeniable intelligence that drove that fiery spirit and spunky language of hers.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Estere Khavari-Davis, I actually broadcast my thoughts on strange phenomena, conspiracies . . . you name it and I’ve cracked it or I’m close to it.” A crockpot herself, though she chose the best fields to be involved in. The beauty in conspiracies is they never died out until you had actual proof – no one was right or wrong. This . . . this seemed more definitive though and he wondered then how she would handle the possibility of being wrong about the Emerald Jungle.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Christopher, I practice law.” He knew he wasn’t really the type of person one thought to just drop everything and go on this fishing trip for some impossible place, but looks could be deceiving. The female In the corner was quiet but he was sure there she had more going on than she would let on and of course they had to consider their host . . .Viotto. What was he expecting to get out of this?</span></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span>