by Charlotte Langtree
The ship was like nothing Jasper had seen before. Porous walls secreted a strange substance, and the floor throbbed beneath his feet. Leading his men into a small chamber, he stilled as a sharp hiss erupted.
Liquid flew from the wall onto his arm, searing clothes and skin.
“This ship’s alive!”
He tried to run, but his boots stuck to the floor. With growing horror, he watched as his men were drenched in acidic ooze and devoured by the living ship they’d hoped to pilfer. When his turn came, death was a blessing.
Satisfied, the ship returned to its hibernation.