Arion Time

	Hazel looked where he was pointing. About half a mile to the east, a long strip of land ran parallel to the coastal cliffs. It was hard to be sure from a distance, but the stretch of water between them looked to be only twenty or thirty yards across – possibly wide enough for the Argo II to slip through, but definitely not wide enough for the giant turtle’s shell.
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	Hazel thought the stern had exploded. Jets of fire blasted out behind them, washing over the turtle’s head. The ship shot forward and threw Hazel to the deck again
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	The monster bellowed in frustration and started after them, its paddle feet scooping through the water with such power that it actually started to gain on them. The entrance to the straits was still a quarter mile ahead.
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	Piper slid down next to her. "Leo, since when do we have jet propulsion?"
	"Aw, you know …" Leo tried to look modest and failed. "Just a little something I whipped up in my spare time. Wish I could’ve given you more than a few seconds of burn, but at least it got us out of there."