The Lone Kraken

Many leagues under the sea there once lived a horrible, distasteful beast. It was a sea monster of absolute gargantuan size. It had the beak of a snapping turtle, the jaws of a shark, the eyes of a horse, and the body of an octopus. The beast is said to dwell on the coast of Iceland and it is greatly feared by many men. Ugly, twisted and unhealthy it grew to feed on the fears and attention of others. Creatures such as this are feared by many as they are rumored to haunt the seven seas, trapping whole boats full of seamen and swallowing them up in her entirety.

This beast lived for many years, forbidden to ever return to the surface. She was starved for the attention of a father, a creator. This foul beast’s name was the Kraken. The Kraken craved the one thing she could never attain due to her beastly appearance and abhorred tendencies. Even the strongest and bravest men on earth fear the Kraken. They’ve heard stories of her grabbing hold of ships full of young, ripe seamen and seizing them, dragging them to the depths of her ocean. There were very few men that did not fear this demon, very many who grew more fearful each day that passed on the open seas.

There are few men who have the potential to take on the Kraken, of course very few men wish to even dare mention the name “Kraken”. Though, there was one man who was twisted enough to take on a beast of this proportion. This man was the saltiest of all the sea dogs. He was scruffy, large and quite ill-tempered. When his father was swallowed whole by this monster’s gaping beak, he fell to his knees and pledged to find this beast and take it down. His personal vendetta motivated him to move far and wide across the sea, and he had many failed attempts in finding the beast. That is, until one day.

He stood facing the Kraken, which was wading ever so impatiently in the ocean before him. She was open, writhing and anxious to swallow him whole. It was when he yelled “MAN THE HARPOONS!” that the battle began. He stabbed the beast wildly with his old, rusty harpoon. She couldn’t take the pain anymore as ink spread through the surrounding waters. That was when the Kraken so valiantly jabbed her powerful tentacles upward to cover the entirety of his boat. She was writhing, wet and angry. The battle continued for all of an eternity.

Several years later…

We lay our eyes on a story of a most hated beast of the sea. She had no love, no forefather, and most definitely no one appreciated her presence in their sea. She laid her eggs in the warm sand of a nearby island to which they were both cast away. She swallowed this brave seaman and her eggs are long awaiting birth. The Kraken carries her pregnancy with grace in a sad, lonely world. She’ll never find someone to father her eggs.

Then I came and stabbed her in the eye, then crushed her turtle beak, and she died. The end.