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Nessie hangs in the air, a mere snack for this monster. The Liopleurodon’s head surfaces and its jaws clamp down on its prey. Rosette teeth puncture skin and snap bones. Blood sprays over everyone in the boat. Bessie’s nowhere to be seen and the whirlpool of fish are gone.
‘Its teeth are twenty centimetres in length,’ says Charles. ‘Don’t let it get near you.’
Informative, yes. Helpful? Nowhere near it.
Zhen screams, this latest horror being one too many.
‘Row!’ I shout. Takeshi’s on it with me but our movements are panicked and jerky. We’ve lost our stride and are making too much noise on the water. We both forget to feather the oar, where you turn the oar parallel to the water to minimise water and wind resistance. In our rush to get out of here we’re going slower than taking it
