Then. The tunnel narrowed. Like the sea suddenly decided, Nah, let's kill them now. The water walls tightened on both sides, swirling like hungry liquid jaws.
The ship groaned in protest. "Sir Alex!" I screamed, hair whipping in my face. "TURN! HARD!"
He didn't hesitate. He grabbed the wheel, muscles bulging, arms flexing—
(YES, THANK YOU, MORE OF THAT)—and SLAMMED the wheel with all his strength. The ship tilted violently sideways. Like a theme-park ride operated by drunk demons.
EVERYONE SLID ACROSS THE DECK
Chaos.
Screaming.
SO MUCH SCREAMING. I grabbed the rail with one hand—And scooped Latte with the other as she slid past like a dying penguin.
"LADY SERAPHINE I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE—!!"
"SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT!"
Coffi tried to grab a rope but ended up clinging to Henry's boot instead. "WHY YOUR FOOT? I WANTED A ROPE—!!"
Henry, who was upside-down at this point, yelled: "COFFI LET GO—!!!"
"NO, I'M A SURVIVOR!"
They spun like laundry in a washing machine.
