A horned serpent wrapped itself around the hull of the boat.  Its head swung up over the side of the deck, hissing at Nuju and bearing its vicious fangs. The Toa of Ice muttered, "No, I don' think so," and sent twin frigid blasts from his crystal spikes.  Frozen solid, the serpent sank to the bottom like stone.

Voyage of Fear, Greg Farshtey, p 54