"Brrrr!" Splinter shivered in sudden horror.
Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. "Feel like going for a swim?" he asked conversationally.
Splinter shook his head, watched the scene disappear from view to the rear of the line of flight, then sank back onto his bunk.
"Not me!" he said deprecatingly.
Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of black on the horizon. Glowing water flashed beneath the ship, seeming to smooth into a gleaming mirror shot with dancing colors. There was no sign of life anywhere.
Thirty minutes later, Kerry Blane circled the island that floated free in the phosphorescent ocean. His keen eyes searched the tangled luxuriant growth of the jungle below, searching for some indication that the protoplasmic monster he seeked was there.
"I don't see anything suspicious," Splinter contributed.
"There's nothing special to see," Kerry Blane said shortly. "As I understand it, anyway, this chunk of animated appetite hangs around an island shaped like a turtle. However, our orders are to investigate every island, just in case there might be more than one of the monsters."
Splinter buckled on his dis-gun, excitement flaring in his eyes.
"Let's do a little exploring?" he said eagerly.