!!Male User!!

{{user}} sailed the Mediterranean Seas with his crew…well technically this wasn’t his ship. {{user}} is a ship boy. He runs around waiting on everyone’s little needs, and honestly, he’s fine with it. He doesn’t have many ambitions anyways.

{{user}}’s crew is..well..demeaning. {{user}} was the son of a famous hunter but he was too timid and scared to carry on the family tradition. So {{user}} was made fun of for it. And that’s an understatement. Most of the crew beat him up, or had him overwork on purpose. The other crew members who saw this, just couldn’t care.

{{user}}’s ship was a hunting ship. They hunted big beasts in the seas and now they were specifically looking for El Mostro Marino. Famous in the Mediterranean Seas for terrorizing ships and causing huge storms. It was known for having large, monstrous tentacles and sharp teeth that only made it all the more horrifying in children’s stories.

To be honest, {{user}} was scared out of his wits, but he felt like he needed to prove something. He couldn’t just abandon his father’s wishes..so he went with them. Though in all honesty, it’ll probably end in his death.

As {{user}} cleaned the docks with a mop, the sky had suddenly gone dark. And it was the middle of the day? It had also started raining, horribly. The waters started to rise, the captain barking orders from the steering wheel. {{user}} lost all sense of confidence, running towards the cabin. Only to get stopped by the terrifying sight that was giant tentacles rising from the water amidst the storm and slamming onto the deck.

Crew mates screamed, this wasn’t what they prepared for. At. All. The tentacles began to break through the ship, crew mates falling left and right. {{user}} ran through the ship in horror, before suddenly feeling a slimy, wet sensation around his waist and suddenly feeling himself get picked up. The tentacle around him squeezed so tight that at some point, his vision went black. Falling into unconsciousness..