Wind hurled the sea into huge waves, twenty storiesw high. And with each wave a long cargo ship was drenched with the salty water. The crew of the ship were frantically trying to repair the motor which had stopped and others were either doing frantic repairs else where or hanging on for dear life.
Then, from one particulary large wave hundreds of great tentacles reached out to the ship. Some men pulled out pistols and tried desperatly to shoot them, but the tentacles came on unwavering. The tentacles reached the boat and grapped one man after the other. The mens screamed were almost louder than the storm as they were ripped limb to limb, tossed into the raging sea and squeezed to death. The crew members you had not already been captured rushed to the other end of the boat, just in time to sea a swarm of kappa like things crawl onto the deck. They jumped onto the terrified crew and killed them. Men ran to and fro, either fending them selves from the kappa's or fleeing from the tentacles.
One man was below deck, still working at the engine, completely unaware of what was happening to his crew. This man was the captain, a man by the name of Mitchell Hardy.Finally covered in oil from head to toe, he and a couple of men managed to get the motor running again. Sighing with relief he ran back above deck only to be knocked flying by a tentacle. He landed on the deck and slid along to the feet of a kappa. He looked around startled and the bloodshed that was happening without his knowledge. Then he looked up to the kappa that was snarling down at him.
Wide eyed and terrified, he pulled a pistol from his jacket(the clothing is different to what I stated) and shot the monster through the heart. But the Kappa just looked down at the hole in its chest and grinned. Then it fell back and lay still. Mitchell scrambled to his feet again, suprised that he could only hear the odd scream of his crew. He looked around and saw only bodies and bloodied limbs scattered around the place. Then he looked up to the stern of the ship and saw to his horror that the tentacles were ounching a great whole in the ship.
Standing at the stern of the ship was the first mate, helping a wounded crew member to his feet. Mitchell ran over to them only to see the first mate knocked over the side rail by a flailing arm. The wounded soul just fell back to the deck and moaned in pain.
From below deck came muffled shouts as the crewq members down there found them selves chest deep in freezing water. Slowly, the ship sank down into the murky waters of the ocean....
