[ WP ] You are a captain of an old military frigate . It appears to have been a mistake , you did n't deserve to go into the open waters and patrol the area but instead something worse begins to surface the waters .

Admiral Thornroot lay in his cot, staring up at the wooden roof of his quarters. Kazak frowned as he watched the old man's unblinking gaze. How long had he been laying there, doing... nothing? The old Admiral was incompetent and arrogant, but at least he had the decency to talk to his men, if only to berate them. 
 
 `` Admiral.'' Kazak made himself know. The old man grunted, not bothering to look up. He likely knew Kazak had entered his quarters already. `` There's a commotion outside.'' 
 
 The old man finally turned his head, eyes a bit wider than before. `` You tellin' me I may not have been assigned to a boy's job?'' 
 
 Kazak blinked. Was the old man *goading* him? Why? 
 
 `` Take me to it, boy.'' 
 
 Kazak turned and began walking, hearing the footsteps of the Admiral follow, though just barely. The man had a way of walking quietly. 
 
 On the deck, the night sky was a whore, beautiful, but seen so often by Kazak the charm had worn off. He noticed however, the Admiral looked up with a soft look on his face before seeming to quickly remember he had to play the part of an ass. 
 
 `` Over here, Admiral!'' Horace yelled out from the starboard side of the ship. 
 
 Admiral Thornroot walked quick to the voice, moving at a speed greater than he seemed capable of. Just who *was* this man? 
 
 `` What is it?'' The Admiral asked, peering over the railing after shoving a lane through the crew. `` I see only water.'' 
 
 `` Wait.'' Horace said. 
 
 Kazak stepped to an empty spot by the railing and stood as well. Likely, nothing was out there. Yet, it would do good to have the Admiral interact with the crew and the claims of strange waves seemed the perfect excuse to rouse him. 
 
 The crew of *Blue Claw's Mark* was perfectly quiet, a first for them. Just barely, Kazak heard a drumbeat from the water. He raised an eyebrow and leaned his head further over the railing. The same beat, but louder. Then again, louder. Was it, a *heartbeat*? 
 
 `` What in the name of the Gods...'' Kazak muttered. 
 
 `` Run!'' Admiral Thornroot spat the word out just before the surface of the water broke and a tentacle the size of the ship and then some flew at them. It caught five men, though Kazak could n't see who was grabbed as the tentacle retreated back into the water. The heartbeats were loud, coming from directly underneath the boat. 
 
 `` It's real.'' Kazak said, shock hitting him. `` The Kraken is real.'' 
 
 `` Boy!'' Kazak turned to see Admiral Thornroot yelling at him. `` To the weapons room, grab an armful of spears, take two men!'' 
 
 Kazak nodded. `` Spears, of course.'' 
 
 The ship rocked back and forth as he walked to the weapons room. `` We're going to die.'' 
 
 `` Not on my watch!'' He heard Thornroot yell into the night air. The old man's laugh seemed to fill the men with hope. `` Not on my watch!''
