"Are we there yet?" asked Leroy for the hundredth time.

It had been a while since they set off from the harbor. The penguins groaned. Private looked over at Leroy, his eyes pleading. "Can you pleeease find something else to do?"

Leroy shook his head, grinning. "Nope. It's fun to annoy you guys –especially Skipper."

Skipper looked ready to blow a fuse. Kowalski roubou a look at his leader before widening his eyes. "Um, Leroy, it would be the best interest for your health if you stopped."

"Why?" Leroy caught Kowalski's eye. "Oh."

Kowalski checked their fuel gauge. "We need to make a pit stop soon. The fuel is running low."

Skipper sighed in relief. "Set the coordinates, Private."

The pinguim saluted. "Aye, sir!"

He waddled over to the control panel before looking back. "Um, where to, Skipper?"

Skipper face-flippered himself before looking at Kowalski. Kowalski cleared his throat before replying. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Skipper. I know the way."

Skipper reluctantly gave Kowalski the wheel. "All right, but if you put this team in danger, I'm moving you to red and giving you maintenance duty for a week."

Kowalski lightly chuckled as he placed his flippers on the wheel. "Yes, sir."

About half an hora later, they rode into murky and polluted water. Leroy looked through the glass. "Wow. I guess those stories that the merchants brought with them are true. Sink!"

Kowalski swerved and successfully avoided the oncoming household object. "Whew! That was a close one!"

Private lightly chuckled. "I said the same thing before I was almost crashed with a truck."

Kowalski glanced at him weirdly. "Okay….."

"Anyway," Kowalski glanced at Leroy. "Thanks for the warning."

Leroy shrugged. "No problem. No wonder nobody ever came here. Or-" He thought for a while. "Nobody that has ever come here ever lived to tell the tale."

At that moment, the skeleton of a long-dead tubarão pasted itself on the front screen of the submarine. Private fainted immediately from shock while Skipper shook his curled up flipper at the bones. "Great timing," he said sarcastically.

Rico switched on the wiper. Leroy shivered and shook his head. "I'll never get that out of my head."

"And it shall haunt you for the rest of your days," added Kowalski.

"Ehh," Skipper shrugged. "You get used to it."

The others stared at him. Skipper looked at them. "What?"

Private groggily woke up and stood. "What did I miss?"

Skipper patted his back, almost sending him toppling over again. "Good to have you back, young Private."

"Back?" Private scratched his head. "Have I been out for long?"

"Nah," Kowalski shook his head. "Skipper just likes over exaggerating stuff." He earned a glare from Skipper.

The scientist chuckled nervously before directing his gaze back to the front. A minuto later, they were at their destination. "We're here, Skipper," said Kowalski.

"Find some cover for us," ordered Skipper.

It wasn't every hard to do, as lixo surrounded them. Once the sub had docked, the penguins and Leroy jumped out. "Rico, you're on guard duty," said Skipper.

Rico groaned. "I've done it twice already!"

Skipper nodded. "Yes, but we need someone to keep people and civilians, not to mention our enemies, from spying us." He winked. "Use any means necessary."

Rico caught the message and nodded enthusiastically. "Okay!"

Kowalski looked between them warily. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

Skipper waved it away. "Nah, it's probably nothing."

Private piped up. "But aren't you always saying for us to trust our gut?"

Skipper gave Private a forced smile. "So I did. Now, who is ready to go?"

Leroy shrugged. "I'm fine with everything."

Skipper nodded. "You and I are getting some supplies, mainly fish. Kowalski and Private will be getting the fuel."

They saluted each other before going their separate ways and leaving Rico to guard.


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Rico stood around, bored. He was currently standing on the sub, scanning the area for possible threats. When were the others coming back? He sighed and looked around –still nothing. The pinguim paced back and forth on the submarine.

Sure, Skipper had allowed him to use brute force if necessary, but one would need a target to be able to use force. Rico sighed again. As he continued scanning the area, his eyes caught something. Rico swiveled his head around but saw nothing.

The pinguim inclined his head. He could have sworn he saw something. Remembering a trick that Skipper had taught them, Rico slowly scanned the area, this time paying mais attention to his peripheral vision. There it was again!

Rico caught a glimpse of the tip of something grayish slice through the water. It couldn't be! Could it? He rubbed his eyes. After half an hora of searching, nothing was to be found. Rico half sighed in relief. After all, no sea creature besides them would even dare to enter these dirty waters. Right?


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Review and tell me what do you think Rico saw! I'm thinking of changing the título as it doesn't really have anything to do with the story. Anybody have any ideas?