His bone-crushing jaws ready, William frightfully honed in on his prey — bathing suit-clad me. Crazily, I was willingly submerged in the Cage of Death, a clear plastic cylinder plunged into an adrenalin-jolting tank occupied by a pair of homicidal saltwater crocodiles.

At first, 15-foot-long, 1,521-pound William stealthily swam around the dunked cage while his aloof royal partner Kate lurked deeper in the water. The two-person-max Cage of Death — a thrill in Australia’s croc-centric city of Darwin — also encased my husband, who was gung-ho to do this and hmm, might be the more desirable target meat-wise, sparing me.

To get in this predator predicament, we descended a ladder into the cage that was suspended by chains and then swung by a monorail over the carnivores in their big pool. Dan

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