Steve used the paddles with his oars through the rough current of the Dead Man's River, water violently crashed into the boat, making it shake. Steve decided to maneuver to the side of the river and to rest for the approaching night. It took him about a half hour to get through the rough currents of the river, and when he finally did the night had already arrived. He struggled to tie the boat to the shore and eventually he did. He grabbed the resources from his boat to make a small shelter. He walked through the high grass on the side of the river and found a good spot to make a camp. After an hour of setting up his camp, he decided he need a good night's rest to be ready for the next day of adventure. As he settled into his small tent, he heard rustling outside the tent and then a sharp snap of a twig breaking in half. He opened the flap of his tent and took a glance outside. He saw a human shaped shadow at the side of the river. He said "Hello?" no response from the shadow. He inched closer and closer to the shadow and all of the sudden, it lurched at Steve, revealing itself. The creature had blood red eyes and was dressed in a fisherman's outfit. As Steve was swallowed by the darkness of death, he thought " I guess this is why they call it Dead Man's River...."