Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20180909223604/@comment-36855838-20180909232558

Umi Osho, hundreds of them, crawling their way up the tentacles of their kraken friend onto the deck of the ship.

We can't do a damn thing, hurting them would make us the target of all the sea mamono in hundreds of miles, we'd never make it out alive.

They ARE kinda cute, and the first mate, Daniel did have an unrequieted thing for a squid lass at his home port back when we were kids. ..

We all see him get dragged away by the Kraken, the Umi Osho have completely overtaken the ship, and it's slowly sailing to crash into the island we're on!

We all run back from the shore, and the oarmen try to save the smaller boats, they barely escape before the larger vessel beaches.

The Umi Osho begin to drag the crew onto the beach, and it seems that the half of the crew on our main vessel have all paired off with them.

They continue having sex right in front of us, and the men are getting into it too.

We hurry to get on the small vessels, but all the men aboard them have just scrambled onto the island, the kraken just smashed every small boat to bits!

A few hours later, as the sun begins to set, the Umi Osho crawl off of their tired husbands and begin to dig holes in the sand. At the island's center.

They drag their husbands next to us unmarried crewmen, and join us by our campfire.

Soon our camp is bustling with activity, as the turtles gather fish and seaweed from a nearby lagoon, and more firewood from the forests of an adjacent island in this ringed archipelago.

A few have buried something in the holes, and those returning from the evening of work do the same as the moon rises in the night sky.

Not a word was spoken through all of this, but as they gathered around the fire and cooked fish, they shared some with us and some with their husbands.

They ate their own fish raw, rending the flesh with practised ease.

As the moon sat high in the sky, they lay down to sleep with their husbands.

The fire burned low, and three of us snuck to the now covered holes, a minute of careful digging revealed several hundred baseball-sized eggs, each buried in their own pit.

In the bright moonlight, we could see the leathery eggs growing and stretching, gaining an inch of diameter every hour.

We buried the few we had dug up and hurried back to camp.

We would certainly need our rest for tomorrow.