Ext. Mad Water Delta — Day

Sarah has no control of the ripping current.

The flash flood carries her into deeper waters.

A swirling mass spins her around.

She fights to stay afloat.

Debris tumbles past—tree branches, roofing iron, a wooden crate.

She lunges for the crate, grabs hold. It’s waterlogged but buoyant enough.

Using it as a float, she starts kicking toward the nearest shore.

The current fights her, she makes progress.

The muddy bank grows closer.

Then the water goes still.

A set of massive teeth in a ridged, pink mouth YAWNS open beside her.

The crocodile strikes with the power of a tugboat.

Sarah screams as jaws clamp down on the wooden crate, splintering it.

She lets go, swims frantically away.

The croc shakes the wooden debris like a dog with a toy, then discards it.

Sinks back down.

Waiting.

Sarah treads water, spinning in circles, trying to see beneath the murky surface.

A SHOUT echoes across the water.

He reaches the water’s edge.

Lunges in with Juba’s spear.

Sarah watches him swimming toward her. His strong strokes cut through the water.

Movement to her left.

The crocodile is circling back.

The creature changes course, heading straight for Blake.

Sarah doesn’t think. She splashes toward the croc, yelling.

The crocodile hesitates, confused by two targets.

That moment of confusion is all Blake needs.

Ext. Mad Water Delta — Underwater — Continuous

Blake dives deep, following the shadow of the massive reptile.

He opens his stinging eyes underwater, sees the creature’s pale belly as it turns.

The croc spots him, opens its jaws wide.

Blake plants his feet on the muddy bottom, braces the spear.

The crocodile’s own momentum drives the barbed point deep into its throat.

It thrashes wildly, trying to dislodge the weapon, but the barbs hold firm.

Blood clouds the water.

Blake kicks away from the dying beast, lungs burning.

Then he sees something else moving through the murky water.

A shadow. Fluid. Unnatural.

Not swimming—flowing like liquid darkness.

The Kutji spirit has been drawn by the violence.

Blake watches in horrified fascination as the shadow engulfs the wounded crocodile.

The massive reptile simply… dissolves. Flesh peeling away in dark ribbons.

In seconds, nothing remains but scattered bones and the ancient spirit, sated.

Blake’s lungs scream for air.

He kicks toward the surface.

Ext. Mad Water Delta — Surface — Continuous

Blake explodes from the water, gasping.

Sarah floats nearby, eyes wide with terror.

He slips an arm around her waist.

Together, they swim toward shore.

Ext. Muddy Shoreline — Continuous

Blake helps Sarah from the water, both of them shaking, covered in mud.

She collapses on the bank, coughing.

Blake kneels beside her, checks her over with practiced efficiency.

Blake carefully removes her boot. Her foot is bruised, the leather torn, but no puncture wounds.

Her painted toenails move. She winces but manages it.

He helps her stand. She favours the injured ankle but can walk.

She takes his hand, draws him close.

She looks into his kind eyes.

They hold each other as the storm clouds gather overhead.

Together, they head back toward the lighthouse as rain begins to pelt.