said Gipsy as the shuttle sailed into sight of Sea Station One. It was like a cross between a grand hotel, a beautiful harbour and a busy spaceport. Some cryptoclidus were splashing about in enormous pools of salty water. Others sat in cafes eating buckets of fish. In the distance, rockets blasted off from the floating factories, filled with food to take home to Cryptos. And as Gipsy followed her friends off the shuttle, a large oily tugboat sailed in to the sea station, filled with gangs of chattering cryptoclidus. She turned to Cripes. “What do you need old-fashioned boats for? I thought you had spaceships to pull your nets?” “The tugboats ferry our workers to and from the floating factories,” Cripes explained. “Few of us dare to swim in the sea at the moment.” “Well, we’ll have to sea what we can do about that,” Teggs chuckled. “Have you marked where the monster attacks took place?”
