March up to them and demand to know their business

They're just regular thugs. Even if there were more than a dozen of them there, fighting them would be child's play.

You emerge from the shadows, startling the lookouts. They immediately shout at you, demanding to know who you are. They reach for inside their jackets. You can't risk them firing at you all at once. As strong as you are, bullets can still kill you.

You strike preemptively, knocking out the two sentries before they can draw their handguns. More thugs are alerted, and soon shots were being fired. You dart and weave in between them to break their aim, and proceed to punch and kick your way through their numbers.

Soon, only a handful of men were left near the boat. Confident in your abilities, you grab one of the crates and hurl it at them. At the same time, you close the distance rapidly. The crate hits the ground in front of them, scattering its contents. Amid the packing hay that spilled out, there were several metallic objects. They look like guns, but unlike anything you have ever seen.

You knock out the last few guys near the boat. However, you didn't notice the one hiding on the boat itself. In his hands was one of the objects from the crate. You get a very bad feeling from it.

Suddenly, it flares up with a bright light. You flinch from it, blinded temporarily. A hot searing pain lances through your abdomen. You clutch the injury and make it to cover. When your vision returns, you see a smoking hole in your body the size of a fist.

Seconds later you black out, never to awaken again.

YOU DIE.