Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

Ocra's relief at finally reaching the end of this accursed mire was palpable and shared. From now on this day would stand as an entire chapter in his life. It was a milestone. There was BM (before mire, but also bowel movement, which is what the mire was like) and AM (after mire). He felt years older. He felt that he and Ocra had shared some bonding epxerience, like two complete strangers that get stuck in an elevator together. He noted her response, but only replied with a grunt. He, too, was focused on his steps.

The ground grew solid, less damp, and less stinky. Soon, Sriracha was confident in saying, I think the worst might be behind us. And indeed it was, for now they were on solid ground. The air was clean and clear. Sriracha whooped, extatic at this change in fortune, and barreled ahead with her. We're free, Ocracoke!