Angell is mine and the rest belongs to Joss.

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Teeth...the business end of an irate gator and the part I was currently staring at...how I got here was entirely a mistake in judgment..that judgment was bringing a man whose idea of fighting involved going in with guns blaring. Now, if you are familiar with the gator as a whole, you will know that its armored hide is basically impenetrable by bullet or even knife and the only true way to kill on is by going for its eye with a high powered rifle, putting a shotgun into its mouth thus blowing its brains out, or cutting its throat by way of its soft underbelly....good luck on achieving that last one, gators don't roll over for anyone save if they have a very large piece of prey. Humans, well, we're swallowed whole.

So, let me catch you up on how I ended up face to teeth with an annoyed gator, with only my hunting knife and a tranq dart, my rifle had all but gone into the bog after I took a hit from the gator's tail. Anyway....

Frustrated at the nasty interruption, Mal took off ready to go toe to toe with this monster of the deep with me hot on his heels trying like hell to explain to him that his pistol was useless. Why is it men, especially ones that are hard headed, tend not to listen when a woman gives them good advice?! Either way, it didn't take long before our prey(at least that's what we thought he was, and strangely, now, I think he had the same idea about us) was sighted.

My scouts had been right, three hundred pounds of pure adolescent reptile with massive jaws, ivory claws, and a tail that could part a man from his head without much effort. Right at the moment, he was making short work of those pig guts in the shadows, and away the large spotlights that probably had spotted him earlier. Sometimes, I wish he would have stayed there, but then I would have hated myself for even considering killing him.

"Am I that drunk or is that reptile white?" Mal spoke at my ear, frustrated by its interr