Gator Boy nods solemnly, then turns to face you with a grin that reveals his sharp teeth. "Good thing we've got a hunter now," he says, "to take care of any other problems that might arise." He claps you on the shoulder again, harder this time. "Let's get hunting."

He leads you deeper into the swamp once more, guiding you towards the source of the sounds that have been echoing through the trees. As you follow him, your heart races with anticipation and fear.

After hours of tracking through the swamp, Gator Boy finally comes to a stop at the edge of a small clearing. Before you lies a plantation house, its white columns reaching towards the sky like claws. Slaves move back and forth between the fields and the house, their bodies bent under the weight of their tasks.

"That's where they keep them," Gator Boy whispers, jerking his head in the direction of the plantation. "We're gonna have to be careful."