Eric wasn;t exactly smart, but he did hace a taste for exotic foods, hes eaten cat, dog, viperfish, tiger, bear claws, owls and rumors say that he liked raw lion thighs...Eric was slightly drooling when he saw a large blob with ink flowing out from a stick, Eric looked closer, it wasn't a stick, it was a Lance 4 harpoon. Alberto jumbed off the boat armed with one of Dan's SCUBA STORM. Alberto was closing in when he suddenly gave a blood curdling scream,' Holy Cow!! This is huge! Dan! Eric! Arm the SCUBA STORMS! This is one huge Humbolt!'
30 minutes later, Eric was scouting on the gunboat's rader tower and Dan was setting up laser triggered machine guns that would pulverise anythng that came within 40ft of the boat from the all sides. Alberto was cutting the squid up after recoding the beak and size, a whooping 59ft and 3 inches without stretching the dam thing! Eric's mentor ( Not Dan) was in the cabin reinforcing the hull with some wood and plastic foam.
Dan was the first to speak,'So the legends are true..humbolts can grow bigger than Ol'Archie.., I hate to imagine what O'l Arch and Messie will think of this fellow.....' He suddenly came to some sort of freaky conculsion that THIS IS where all the real mosters are, not NZ, not Antartica, but right here, Kraken Trench, no wonder its called Kraken..He god dam lives here! Eric must have seen his face go pale as he also replied,'So, you also thought about this..eh?' 'Yeh, mighty freaky when you think where you are at right now..'
Both of them fell slient, not noticing the wake left behind by the real monsters of the deep...