Duck, I'm Scared. Is It Me?

Duck: I looked at that thing. It wanted to kill me. If I had given it half a chance and maybe you all are itching to throw yourselves into the, into the fire from the proverbial frying pan, but I'm not. Hell, I got a boat to finish. I got a cat to feed. Is it me? She says, I think you're selling yourself short there, Duck. Do you think most folks could have faced off against this thing last night and lived to tell the tale about it? "I want to keep living," he replies.