Thirty Five
[Wybie is sitting on a tree out in the now swampy grounds of the castle. Below him is an alligator trap he's made himself. Inside the trap is a cooked chicken, from a string tied to it goes up through the top bars to Wybie's hand. Now and again, he jiggles the string to make the chicken move.
He's probably been there for a while. Judging by the handwritten notes in his journal]
7:00am - Set up trap and bait, waiting for alligator.
8:30am - Still no signs of alligators.
9:00am - Alligator spotted. Baiting commences.
9:05am - False alarm. Was a log.
11:00am - I know there are freaking alligators here, I saw a dead one. Where are they all?
12:00pm - Perhaps some live bait...
12:30pm - Squirrels bite hard. Will carry on with chicken.
He's probably been there for a while. Judging by the handwritten notes in his journal]
7:00am - Set up trap and bait, waiting for alligator.
8:30am - Still no signs of alligators.
9:00am - Alligator spotted. Baiting commences.
9:05am - False alarm. Was a log.
11:00am - I know there are freaking alligators here, I saw a dead one. Where are they all?
12:00pm - Perhaps some live bait...
12:30pm - Squirrels bite hard. Will carry on with chicken.