Morgan spat out a stream of oaths as he watched Matt summon fiendfyre. Incredibly dangerous, stupid, reckless, could attract the muggle authorities...but he said nothing, simply hauling himself to shore and taking off running. The fiendfyre ran rampant, devouring trees and any animals stupid enough to get in it's way. Morgan was not eager to get added to that list. His heart thumped at a million miles an hour as he dashed through the jungle, nearly tripping and falling several times. Eventually he came upon a small clearing.
The temple was covered by a huge canopy, making it all but invisible from the air. Morgan felt the tingle of long time enchantments on it, meant to subconsciously keep muggles away. It was made of simple tan stones and seemed to extend down into the earth instead of up. Morgan tapped his wand against one of the walls, muttering "Allahomora."
At first, there was nothing, but then a door sized piece of the temple slid out of the way Morgan entered, turning to Matt as he did.
"Well, now the easy part's out of the way."