Talk:Kraken/@comment-31401828-20170316200023/@comment-30700719-20170508015356

I can imagine it now...oh god...

The Flying Dutchman pulling up alongside the Trieste. I walk out of the entrance hatch and lean on the railing. "This ocean's isn't big enough fer TWO ships that can slip beneath the waves!" I quietly snort. "Come to negotiate, eh, you slimy git?" She tilts her head, confused. "Look what I got." I pull a large glass jar from out of nowhere. "I GOT A JAR OF DIRT! I GOT A JAR OF DIRT! I GOT A JAR OF DIRT! AND GUESS WHAT'S INSIDE IT!" I walk across the roof (?) of the helm, waving the thing above my head.