Former BusmanThat huge fish mouth with its terrifying teeth tearing fabric, finally withdrew its teeth and opened its mouth wide enough to form a perfect seal with the cylinder of fabric. The rush of water ceased and gurgled away under the boarding platform. I wiped chilly saltwater off my hair and face, and held my shirt away from my chest to shake it somewhat dry.
Instead of a tongue, the fish had stairs inside its mouth. Stairs embed with lights and a glow from the top of the mouth. Then the stairs began to move. The stairs became an escalator running down into the belly of the fish.
Horace announced with a deep wet cough that seemed to echo off the fabric-held water, “The transport has arrived.”
Gypsy shook herself hard to dispel water from her coat. Her ears flap loudly and her s
