Carmack lowered his glasses, his face drained of color. “The thing that all sailors dread – the sinker of ships, the monster from the abyss – the Kraken.” The thing rose once more, and then seemed to swell, flowing like liquid up and over the Ma’anshan’s superstructure. Tentacles wrapped the ship from stern to bow, their tips thin as a wrist, but where they joined the bulbous body they were as thick as redwood trees.
