Chapter 3

"Get back below!" Captain Stewart yelled from the bridge.

Paul stood in the doorway of the cabin, afraid and unable to will his legs to move. It was almost pitch black out but he could see that much of the boat's railings had been torn away and the ocean was starting to creep over the sides.

"Get below! Now!" the Captain screamed. The boats engines roared to life and the Captain threw the throttle to full.

"Captain?" was all Paul could muster before one of the other fishermen pushed him back into the cabin and slammed the door behind him.

"Oh god. Oh fuck," said the fisherman.

"What was that? What hit the ship?" Paul rummaged through his belongings, looking for his cell phone.

"It, it was...oh fuck it couldn't be."

"Couldn't be what? Where's the others?"

"They're all gone. It took them!"

"God damnit! What took them?" Paul found his cell phone and powered it on.

"A kraken."

They stared at each other, neither one able to believe what was just said. Paul's phone let out a small chirp indicating it was on and had found a signal. He checked the screen and the phone showed one signal bar.

"Is it working?" The fisherman made his way to the cabin entrance and peered through the small window on the door.

"There's a signal, but it's weak."

"Call someone, anyone. Try to get some help."

Paul dialed his wife. If he wasn't going to survive, he wanted to let her know that he love her. The phone rang twice and then the call dropped. He checked the screen again, no signal. "Fuck. It's gone."

"We're dead. We made it angry and now its going to tear the ship apart," said the fisherman. He grabbed a knife from the tackle box on his bunk. "I'd get a weapon if I were you."

"I don't have a fucking weapon. Are you kidding me? What did you do that this thing wants to kill us?"

"I didn't do it. One of the other guys, he hooked a fish, a big yellow tail, and started reeling it in. The fish put up a fight for a couple minute but then it stopped. He'd thought he lost the fish so he started taking in the rest of his line but then he felt a tug and the line start spooling out real fast. Faster than any yellow tail should be able to take the line. So he fought back. Fuck, he should have just let it go. Next thing we knew, the line stopped spooling out and we saw a huge mass in the water heading right for the ship."

Paul's cell phone rang startling them both. It had picked up a faint signal. Paul looked at the screen. It was his wife call back. He answered the phone.

"Hi honey, saw that you call. You back on dry land already?" asked his wife.

"I don't have a good signal so I need you to listen. We're still out and something attacked the boat. One of the other fishermen thinks its a kraken. I think the captain is trying to get the ship back but it pretty fucked up. I'm not sure if we're going to make it back." Paul began to cry. "I love you."

"Honey? You're bre - what's happ - a krak -"

The phone lost the signal. Again, Paul couldn't move. It took him a moment before he realized the fisherman had left the cabin and the ship's engines had stopped. He looked down and water was beginning to pool on the cabin floor.