His eyes opened to clear night skies
and stars above him. The night was full of critter sounds. The air
was moist and heavy with the scent of peat moss.
“I know when I'm in a swamp,” he
tried to sit up and found that one hand was cuffed to steel tubing.
“Look, this isn't funny anymore.”
A voice sounded in his ear, “Fun
isn't why you're here .” The boat rocked as someone came to the
back where he was cuffed. Then he was hefted over the edge.
“Are you crazy/ There's 'gators
here!”
“I know.”
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!”
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