Moss-coated rooftops peered out of the water like an alligator at sundown, ready to descend into the bayou's depths at the slightest hint of movement. We'd been trapped in our boat for three days now, unable to find our way back even though our maps said we were right outside our hotel.
We hadn't seen any living thing aside from the occasional swish of water as our gazes swept over something that was happier observing us than being observed itself. I'd caught glimpses of them in the corners of my eyes when we'd all been especially silent and motionless, it was like they were checking to see if we'd died yet.
They were disappointed all the while and after the first instance of my eyes meeting their inhuman eyes, we made sure that there was always someone keeping lookout. The boat couldn't take any more weight and we had no idea how much of they was hidden under the murky water back then.
When we came to the sunken town we made sure to let the boat drift in closer, made sure to crouch right down and try to avoid unwanted attention. That's when we spotted one of them sunning itself - it looked like a human peering out of a fish's mouth, if the fish had been wrapped in alligator skin. It spanned three separate rooftops and took off like lightning soon as it spotted us.
Lord but those eyes were familiar.
Three more days we spent drifting around the town, managing to find the odd waterlogged backpack with a few meager supplied that kept us alive long enough to eventually stumble back upon the port we left almost a week ago. They'd been looking for us all this time, almost assumed we'd sunk somewhere out there and said somebody must have been watching out for us.
As I looked back at the boat and saw those same eyes wink before sinking under, I reckoned they were right.
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