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My fingers gripped our tin boat as I peered over the edge into blackness. With one hand, I raised the spotlight and it lit up the water under my nose. I found the researcher’s rope. It was taut, and the researcher was hanging on to one end with both hands, and his feet were spread apart. He reached forward and pulled. At first, the water under my nose just swirled. Then, from the depths, a pointy nose appeared, followed by bared teeth, and gnarly claws. The crocodile was tangled in rope.
Another researcher dove forward, armed with duct tape. As she reached out to close the crocodile’s mouth, it lurched backward and snapped. “It almost got me!”
The crocodile lashed its tail.
“Drive back, Audrey; drive back, now!”
Audrey crashed into the driver’s seat and soon the boat was ploughing backward, with a crocodile in tow. It looked like we were towing a dinosaur.
“She’s not tired enough...”
“It doesn’t matter, she’ll drown if we keep going,” said Audrey, pulling out her tape again. The crocodile snapped again. The giant jaw bones smacked against each other sickeningly. I was pretty sure if the crocodile latched onto my hand, it would come off. This was the first crocodile we measured over three metres. And it was the first time during the whole Earthwatch experience I thought, “Wow, this is actually quite dangerous.”