Yeah! The crew needs to lighten up.

"I don't see why not." I said. "Lets just pack up this gear." Wallis and I grabbed the loading platform at began putting the gear onto it. The platform would raise up to the open air above via a series of metal hooks and rope. After loading the last of the gear, we got our packs and climbed out of the musty pit. Although interesting, you did have to go pretty deep underground for archaeological work- into darkness that few others would.

As the various crews around the site finished packing up, I found my mind slipping back to the strange symbol. Some kind of god, perhaps? It was a combination of animals, which would not be found in nature. The Aztec, much further north, had Queztcoatl, a strange winged snake god. Somehow, they mistook the Spanish for their gods, which lead to their downfall. I wondered if this culture could have similar gods, and if they did, whether they had equally bloody rites.

Upon reaching the town, a small village called "Rio de grillos", which translates to "River of Crickets", we all headed for the bar. Feeling pretty good about today, I ordered drinks for the whole crew, all on my tab. Wallis and I sat down at one of the corner tables where it was a little quieter. We began to drink, and had been at it for a good twenty minutes before Laura came over.

"That was a pretty fast translation back there, John." Laura said. "It made sense looking at it, but if I had been stuck with Wally here trying to decipher it, it might have taken days. How did you do it that fast?" I was immediately on my guard, despite my intoxicated state. Should I let my secret out, especially with Wallis listening? He was a good friend, but I wondered about losing face over this. Would it really be that amazing to be able to decipher that well, or should I keep my guise up?