The transport ship was small and rather run down. It practically broke into splinters under Cruor powerful tentacles. Screams and bellowed orders filled the air, but the humans attempts at regaining control were futile. Cruor couldn’t help but notice the difference between the ships passengers and the people who ran it. The so called passengers had their wrists bound behind their back in thick rope. He didn’t know why, but your thrashing form in the water caught his eye. He drew closer