Talk:Kraken/@comment-26219553-20150407232723/@comment-26115871-20150408033753

Well, my need for air will cause me to struggle of course. I'll frantically swim for the surface, get to my boat, and take deep breaths before the tentacle taps me on the shoulder. Upon turning around I'm captured by four tentacles, and this time she drags me all the way down.

Unfortunately for me, as I'm a solitary man with my own dinky fishing boat, there are NO other water mamono watching for potential husbands among the wreckage of my boat. While this may initially seem to be a good thing it also means there is no sea bishop to grant me the ability to breathe underwater - not that she could reach us if one was nearby anyways, thanks to the blinding ink. After half an hour my corpse is left to float back to shore, with the confused kraken trying to figure out what she did wrong.