We sailed down the river lazily. I kept one hand on the tiller and the other held my beer.
As we moved further north, using the currents to drag us, we discussed our plans for when we spotted the location we were heading for.
Bill wanted to set up camp, get a base established, and then start hunting.
Adam wanted to start hunting the escapees immediately, not wanting to give them any more time than what we absolutely had to.
I just wanted to make landfall and go to the bathroom.
The alligator made sure no-one got what they wanted.
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