“Will you stay?” James asked.
And so the strangest vessel in maritime history was born: a giant peach, buoyed by seagulls, towed by a clockwork shark. The shark swam day and night, its tail cutting a white path across the Atlantic. It learned jokes from Centipede (though it didn’t understand irony and laughed by releasing steam from its blowhole). It let the Glowworm nestle in its eye socket to recharge her light. And James would often sit on the shark’s back, feet dangling in the foam, telling it stories of the world above. mechanical shark james and the giant peach
“Look!” shouted James, pointing. A metallic dorsal fin, jagged as a saw blade, cut through the waves. “Will you stay