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The cool air felt good. Too bad it wouldn’t stay that way. By afternoon, the heat of the sun combined with the humidity would have it feeling like a sauna. By the end of the month, May would be hot and muggy, which was typical of Louisiana weather.
He threw her overboard like a fisherman would toss a net. Her body flew effortlessly over the edge of the boat. She was semi-conscious, barely breathing. She thudded loudly against the surface of the water. He could picture the water flowing over her body, cradling her, before swallowing her whole.
He wished it wasn’t so dark and he could watch as she sunk to the bottom of the bayou. But he couldn’t take the chance of turning on his running lights. If he could only do this during the daylight, but too many people were out on the water during the day. He couldn’t take the chance of someone passing by and getting curious as to what he was doing, why he wasn’t casting his nets yet. Someone may worry that he was broken down and stop to offer him assistance.
As he threw the concrete blocks overboard he would set her soul free. She could no longer tempt men with that luscious body of hers. This would be her final baptism, asking God to forgive her sins. The bayou waters would help cleanse her soul, making sure she was welcomed into the Kingdom of God.
She would no longer suffer or fear anything ever again. The lulling of the water would calm her nerves as she died. It would suck her into its depths, burying her in its murky waters forever. He weighed the bodies down to prevent them from floating to the surface. He could not be found out until his mission here on earth was complete.
Fatigue set in. Freeing these poor lost souls seemed to take everything out of him. Unfortunately, he had no time to go home. He still had to cast his shrimp nets and bring home a catch. People would become curious if he came home empty handed and the other shrimpers had caught their fill.
It was time to move on. There was still so much work to do, still so many sinners to cleanse. There was no one else to do his work. Who else would do God’s bidding?