Chapter Six:

Under the Sea

We race back to the dock and pile into the taxi. “Follow us,” Salmon says. She and Carp and Pike dive below the clear surface.

“Let’s see what this baby can do underwater,” Dad says, flicking a switch on the dashboard. I hold on tight as the sides of the taxi stretch out while the front flattens into the shape of a duck’s bill. Instead of the rocket boosters that normally come out of the back of the taxi when we take off, propellers pop up and push the taxi down through the water. The wings move up and down now, like fins!

“That Graff does fine work,” Dad says, leaning back in his seat as we go deeper.

“He does indeed,” Pocket agrees. “But I am fairly certain that’s not supposed to happen.” He points to the rear window behind him. A thin crack has started to form down the middle.

Dad gulps loudly. “If the water pressure gets much stronger,” he warns, “that window will break and the car could spin out of control.”