It happened all too fast. The swaying of the ship coming to a complete halt, the shocked screams of your crew, and a scared member rushing to your cabin, yelling that you need to come see something.

You hadn’t seen anything quite like it during your years on the sea. These green tentacles hold your ship, keeping it in place; The source of them being a man that stands on the deck before you, tentacles coming out of his arms.

“So sleepy…” He mutters under his breath, yawning.