Justified dread
The journey was not over yet, though. Not by a long shot. As the boat made its way through the bayou, the tourists felt a strange combination of exhilaration and dread. Behind them, the dark waters of the swamp stirred once more, the threat of the lurking crocodile an inescapable reality. And that dread was justified because as the boat moved, the croc appeared again.
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