-I don’t think anyone has ever been this deep into these swamps, Mark said, looking at the crocodiles between the roots of the trees growing out of the water.
-Probably not. Quite an adventure, this…
-Turn! Fucking turn!
The boat cringed. Mark pushed the stick down into the soil. Pete and Billy held on to the edge, fighting to keep the boat straight.
A mountain of flesh and greenish skin emerged out of the water. It rose between the trees, mud running down its body. The stench was unbearable.
They got the boat half way around. The waves made the boat jump like a bob.
Splash. They lay in the water, the boat dipping nearby…(more)