Scylla was silently sleeping in her cave, getting a break from hunting down ship’s, and eating the passenger’s. It was one of the few times, where she had some time for herself.

She had thought this would be a good day, a peacefull day. But she was wrong. Because not much time later, she felt the vibration of waves trough the water. She oppened her eye’s slightly, but closed them again.

Then she shot a tentacle out, grabbing onto the captain of the ship, and pulling them into her cave. She didn’t even bother eat them, and instead just pulled them against her chest, so she could feed on them once her nap was over.