They had giant red heads and beady black eyes. Instead of tails, pulsing masses of tentacles powered them, flicking Cos-Moat slime as they moved. The sharks opened their hideous mouths, showing rows of jagged purple teeth. Bits of the smugglers’ ship were caught between them. Thuuuddd. Sccrrraatcch. The sharks’ teeth gnashed at the Phoenix’s hull. “I told you they were real!” Diesel shouted as Otto hid behind his chair. Crrraaack! Huge cracks were appearing across the 360-monitor. The Phoenix’s shell had been damaged. Peri’s Expedition Wear flamed red, as a cold sweat made him shiver. If the monitor shatters, thought Peri, we’re shark bait! “What’s that smell?” Diesel cried. Peri sniffed, looking around. “Oh no …” The Cos-Moat had pulled the Phoenix to its electrified surface, and its blue goo was oozing through the cracks onto the bridge. It stank worse than uranium-toe jam and cosmic-liver ice cream combined. As the goo mixed with the ship’s atmosphere, it erupted into sparks as bright as stars.
