Something moving
Once again, the eyes of the tourists followed Simon’s pointed finger. Something was moving, a distant silhouette breaking the tranquility of the water. The light was dwindling, making it hard to discern the shape, but as the boat continued its journey toward the mysterious form, it became increasingly clear. It was the crocodile. Its vast, rugged body floated on the surface, eyes glinting in the dying sunlight.
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