One long tentacle came up each side of the ship. The wood creaked under the strain. The sea churned and foaming waves crashed around the beast. It was no whale. Not gentle and not just being nosey. This beast we sort, had found us. I realised how unprepared the crew truly were, as the third and fourth tentacle rose out of the water. A gentle grapple quickly became a dangerous hug.
The pain of falling hard onto the top of the water, winded me. I saw Captain Hardcase gripping so tightly to the captain’s wheel. Later I saw the Tabaxi Captain still holding the wheel, being rescued by her companion Doe.
Seaweed tangled in the churned up waves. Wood cracked loudly and splinted. I heard terrified screams from the crew. The large eye rose to look at it’s prize. The tentacles gave one last squeeze of the ship, before the Kraken abandoned the wreckage.
attack on
The Hearty Otter
~
piece from the journal entry by
Unavyre Aymer Balroris published as
The Hunt for The Kraken
To write this without making it clear what I am noting of, is a difficult challenge for most. My writings might be put down to ramblings of a drug-addict and wantabe. I know one person, at least, in the world who has wandered enough to know better; therefore I direct this to him. My apologises for the jumbling of my words amongst avoiding the truth, for only my drugged self dares pen this . . .
. . . I dare, nor presume, to speak or write certain words down. Foremost that moat must remain entire. The Guardians of the exits and entrances, are of the magnificent winged ones and other celestial kind. None say what occurs if they fail. I fear if failing is what has happened . . .
. . . Not sure why I feel it is literal. It may be, we are all just insignificant as bugs to some beings that are beyond our understanding. The dismissal of any of us would be to them a snack. Consumption of what is not there any more. An emptiness.
~ Pieces from
THE UNSPOKEN ELEMENTAL, written by
Lochi Hutt