Leesa's Advent
“There could be any number of kraken in our oceans by now.”
“I have to tell my dad,” I say, looking around anxiously now. “We need to get this boat to shore—or at least into much shallower water.”
Before I can even make my way out of the circle of Marines, the kraken strikes again. A half-dozen tentacles burst from the water and begin wreaking havoc up and down the length of the ship, knocking men from their feet and splintering the wooden rails. Gunfire erupts as the Marines begin blasting the tentacles with their rifles and machine guns. A well-aimed burst from an automatic rifle cuts one of the appendages almost in two, but the thing keeps sweeping across the deck. For the most part, the
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