The evening thunderstorms have begun. Rain pours down from the sky. The thick canopy above the swamp protects you and your men from the storm. But still, water seeps in from above, rolling down the trees.
Everything is constantly soaked.
You struggle to sleep, wedged uncomfortably in the back-left corner of your boat. Sharing the small space with seven other men is no easy task.
The air is hot. Humid. Everything is perpetually soaked.
But you need to catch some amount of sleep. There's still two more days of rowing to be had.
There's still a war to fight afterwards, too.
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