Escorting the vessel
The behemoth reptile had decided to adopt a new strategy – it kept circling the boat, nudging it every time it attempted to change direction. The swamp seemed to close in around them, the moss-laden trees and dense vegetation further blocking out the rapidly fading sunlight. Simon’s face was lined with worry, beads of sweat running down his forehead as he navigated the increasingly difficult terrain.
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