Chapter 40

The tips of two enormous dark-green tentacles with white suckers rose up beside the ship and draped themselves over the deckrail. A few of the crew stumbled as The Scarlet Bitch swung around the kraken in a shallow arc before coming to a halt. Men and monster-girl alike gripped sword hilts and spears, looking nervously toward their Captain.

“Hold,” said Ratt as the sound of smaller tentacles and excited voices drifted over the railing. The four squid-girls crawled up and over the deckrail, followed by what was becoming a disturbingly common sight to Kal: a pale woman hanging limply at the end of a tentacle attached to her back.

The squid’s animated chatter died when they looked around and saw all the tense and scared faces of the crew.

“What’s wrong?” asked their leader.

“You’ve brought a kraken to our ship,” said Ratt through gritted teeth. “They have a reputation for destroying vessels like The Scarlet Bitch. We haven’t attacked because she seems to be a friend of yours and Naivoo’s.”

The kraken’s human avatar spewed water from its mouth before taking a long wheezing breath and saying, “The squid from the south said you wouldn’t stab me,” in an emotionless monotone.

“Promise not to sink our ship, and we won’t,” said Ratt.

Scarlet leaned over and whispered to Kal, “I hope you three are prepared if this goes badly.”

Kal only nodded in response as Ikuno filled him and Kashka in on what she knew about krakens.

The monster was huge, as Kal could easily tell. It was as wide as The Scarlet Bitch was long, and with its tentacles extended, it dwarfed the ship’s length. Unlike their smaller counterparts, the kraken couldn’t change color but could make their skin lighter or darker. They also had a swim bladder to help them stay buoyant, unlike smaller squid, who had to constantly use their jets or fins to maintain their position in the water column. The creature’s eyes were enormous, with the visible parts alone being bigger around than Ikuno was tall.

Poco represented the most common type of kraken, with a long tapered mantle and long fins on either side for steering and aiding with propulsion. The second family of kraken, found primarily in warmer southern waters, looked more like a bulbous octopus. Both kinds had sixteen tentacles instead of eight or ten, though these were thinner in relation to their body size than their smaller kin. Of the sixteen arms, the squid-style kraken had two much longer tentacles for catching fleeing prey, while the octopus variant did not, preferring to use its camouflage ability to sneak up and ambush its food at close range.

The southern octopus-style kraken was also responsible for most ship attacks. Researchers theorized this was because young krakens fed on the giant clams and oysters in the shallows before their size pushed them into deeper waters. Compared to clam and oyster shells, a ship’s hull was hardly a challenge for its massive beak. Squid-like kraken hunted in the top and midwaters of the deep sea and typically ate very large fish or the occasional lone whale. The woody timbers of a sailing ship would be seen as too much bother for the handful of morsels inside.

Both krakens could be driven off if hurt badly enough. Even their non-monster-girl counterparts were known to be highly intelligent, and a ship only needed to cause enough pain to make itself not worth the effort. Unfortunately, most ships would have suffered fatal damage before reaching that point. Fire was particularly effective if used against the kraken’s sensitive suckers. Krakens could regenerate lost limbs but could take months or years to regrow.

Kraken beaks, claws, and pen were highly prized by weapon makers but not so prized as to be worth trying to hunt them. When Kal questioned her about claws, she sent back an image of the end of a tentacle but with cat-like claws nearly as long as his arm extending from the center of the suckers. She then explained that the pen was a long, clear, bone-like formation that gave the squid-kraken’s mantle structure and was not present in the octopus kraken. In an actual squid, the ‘pen’ was stiff but flexible, whereas in a kraken, the pen was about as strong as good steel while still slightly flexible. Blades made from the pen were easier to enchant than steel. Its formation inside an enormous magical creature made it naturally attuned to magic, and there was no need to circumvent iron’s magic-draining properties.

Ikuno finished by mentioning that kraken ink was highly sought after by mages for the same reason as its pen. The fluid was rarely used since only a few leviathan-class predators posed any threat to a kraken.

Kashka’s next question mimicked Kal’s when she inquired what creatures could be a threat to a kraken. Ikuno responded with images of a whale, fish, and shark, all with a kraken in their jaws, then followed it with a giant sea turtle with an entire island on its back, whose mouth could take in all four of the leviathan creatures at once.

Kal glanced over at the cat. “Are you sure you want a life of sailing?”

“Focus, please,” said Scarlet.

Despite the plethora of information relayed, the exchange only took a few seconds over the bond, during which Poco appeared to be thinking carefully about Ratt’s words.

The kraken scanned the crew and began reaching forward with a tentacle. “I will take this one,” she said as the appendage stretched toward a male sailor. The sound of steel clearing scabbards swept across The Scarlet Bitch’s deck.

The mage activated his speed rune as the tentacle began to move and shouted, “Hold!” as he dashed across the deck. “Ria, staff,” he muttered while darting through the forest of blades that had appeared. The crewman Poco targeted had raised his sword to slice at the approaching appendage. Kal’s staff appeared in his hand, and he shoved the sailor roughly out of the way before turning to face the oncoming threat.

The tentacle paused for just a moment as its target stumbled away. “You will do,” said Poco before it continued forward.

“Swordstaff. No, I won’t,” said Kal. His staff shortened drastically as the platinum cap expanded to become a full-sized broadsword, complete with a crossguard.

Poco looked over at Ratt. “I have not damaged your ship. You said you would not stab me.”

“Are you blind, woman?” asked Ratt, waving her drawn dagger at the steel brandished by the crew. Aye, you haven’t cracked the hull,” the Captain replied, sheathing her two curved daggers in ornate scabbards on either hip, “but my crew is a part of my ship, and taking one of them hurts us all. When you and Naivoo spoke, what did she tell you?”

“That there were men aboard that I could have in exchange for pulling you toward the western current.”

Ratt raised an eyebrow. “Is that exactly what she said?”

Poco thought for a few long moments. “No, I think she said there were men who would have me, but that doesn’t make any sense. She must have mixed up the men and me when she said it.”

“On any other vessel, it wouldn’t make sense,” said Ratt, a flicker of relief crossing her face, “but on The Scarlet Bitch, man and monster girl get along, and all are valuable crew members. If you are in need, I’ll ask the men of my crew to take care of you. If they accept, I humbly request you tow us to the other side of Azumbaho. If not, then you are under no obligation to help us, and all I ask is that we part ways as friends.”

Poco seemed confused. “You’re going to ... ask them?”

“Aye. Many of the women aboard were once slaves, and I’ll not order my crew, man or monster girl, to mate with you.”

“I’ll do it!”

“Kolas?” Kal asked, lowering the swordstaff in surprise as the man strode past him.

“Ye can’t be savin’ our arses every time we get into a tight spot, mage. You took care o’ the whale. I’ll take care o’ this one.” The former Captain sighed, “Though your whale friend was looking a might bit prettier than this one.”

“Staff,” said Kal, reverting the weapon to its normal form. “If Poco agrees, maybe we can work with her like I did with Emru.”

“So, we have a man willing to take care of you,” said Ratt. “Is that a good enough trade for assistance across the calm waters?”

“You would be with me by choice?” Poco asked Kolas.

“Aye. There’ll be a couple of rules like we do it here on the deck because I’m not getting in the water with a kraken, and ye need to keep yer other arms out of sight so I don’t think you’re trying to snatch me up and run off.”

Poco turned to Ratt. “That is ... acceptable.”

“Treat Kolas nicely, and you might get a few other men to give you a run as well.” Ratt looked around the deck. “The rest of you, good job being at the ready, especially our new girls. Now sheathe your weapons and get back to work! Scarlet, I think the rest is on you and Kal.”

Poco stared at Ratt in disbelief as Kal and Scarlet approached the kraken’s avatar. Behind them, the crew slowly put away their swords and daggers, but Kal noted that everyone kept their weapons close by as they returned to work.

“I am Commandant Scarlet. With me is my, and the Captain’s, employer, Kal. I have several ships under my command. Would you be willing to make a similar deal with them as you did with Captain Ratt?”

“You have ... more men who would be with me?” Poco asked.

“It’s entirely their decision. Like Captain Ratt, I won’t order any man to have sex with you, but they may choose to help the ship out ... Kal, maybe we could offer the men who take care of Poco a bonus to their pay as thanks for getting us through these blasted calm waters quicker.”

“As long as it’s never explained. I don’t want to insult our new friend by making her think we are paying the men to be with her.”

“I don’t mind,” said Poco.

“Right now, you don’t, but if this agreement lasts for a long time, you may begin to resent it,” said Ikuno, joining them on the main deck. “I don’t think you should reward the men since the girls on board will have little to no chance at earning something similar. Besides, the men are already getting their balls drained. Isn’t that reward enough?”

“The other day, one of the crewmen said on his next shore leave he was going to buy a whore just to sleep next to him without wanting to fuck,” said Kal. “Most of the men aboard are already taking care of multiple women on top of their normal duties. While their situations may be pleasant, you can see in their faces it’s wearing on them. It may be less a matter of desire and more about having the extra energy to take care of Poco.”

“Alright then, maybe a reward is in order,” the oni conceded, then turned to Poco and bowed respectfully. “I’ve been on this earth for a very, very long time, and you are the first kraken monster-girl I’ve ever met. It is an honor.”

Kal snuck away once the initial deal was struck and left the rest of the dealings to Scarlet, Ratt, and Ikuno. Although he wasn’t excited about it, the mage would likely be spending some intimate time with Poco in exchange for some of her ink. Ikuno would make the proposal in his stead once the Captain and Commandant hashed out the details of their agreements with The Scarlet Bitch and his fleet. Ikuno, curiously enough was there to make sure the kraken got a fair deal and didn’t let a master haggler like Scarlet run roughshod over the monster girl.

But at the moment, Kal was extremely curious why Kolas had decided to put his life on the line and offer himself up to the kraken. He caught up to the former Captain belowdecks in the galley.

“Hesta, I have to do this,” Kal heard the man say as he entered the ship’s kitchen. “They’re not going to forget I was captain of The Dauntless and forgive me.”

The sheep girl scowled at Kolas before she and another galley worker picked up a large iron pot containing the midday stew and waddled toward the ship’s firebox. The firebox was an interesting piece of a sailing vessel’s kit. The Scarlet Bitch’s consisted of two square steel barrels nested in one another. The larger barrel was lined with brick before inserting the smaller barrel and filling it about a quarter of the way with coarse sand. Angled vent pipes around the bottom allowed air to flow in and up through the sand while firewood or even coal was tossed in the top for fuel. Attached to the ship’s timbers above the firebox, a heavy notched bar protruded that allowed pots hung there to sway freely with the motion of the ship. A metal duct on the ceiling extended out to both sides of the ship, protecting the floor above from the firebox’s heat. Either side of the duct contained a flue that could be closed to prevent wind from blowing the exhaust back into the galley.

Fire was dangerous on a ship made of wood. The wall behind and the floor below the firebox were lined with metal, likely tin, and slate tiles, just in case an ember escaped.

The sheep girl and her helper grunted as they lifted the heavy pot up and hung it on the notched bar. Kal remembered Hesta visiting him on the trip to Azumbaho, but she was one of many who were only interested in appeasing her libido, and he couldn’t recall any meaningful conversations with her besides a heartfelt thank you.

Aware of the tension in the room, Hesta’s helper hastily squeezed past Kal and and exited the galley while avoiding eye contact with everyone. The sheep waited until the woman left before answering. “No, they won’t, Kolas. I think I’m starting to love you, and even I cannot forget your past.” From where Kal stood, he could see the man’s face fall. “However,” she continued, “I can see the man you’re becoming and the sadness in your eyes when you think about your past as a slaver, now that you understand what you were doing from our perspective. Because I can see all that, I’ve forgiven you.” The sheep-girl frowned, “But forgiving you doesn’t give me say in who you sleep with. Men willing to take care of a monster girl’s needs are too rare for me to keep you to myself.”

“Then why are ye so upset?”

“Because it’s a kraken!” Hesta shouted, picking up a wooden spoon beside the firebox, rounding on the man, and waving it in his face. “She could snatch you up and run off, and there’s nothing anyone could do about it! Not Kal,” she said, pointing the spoon at the mage, “or Kashka, or his new woman could save you!”

Kolas glanced where the sheep-girl indicated, finally noticing Kal’s presence before chuckling. “And here I thought ye were mad I was sticking me cock in another woman.”

“Pffft,” Hesta scoffed before stirring another smaller hanging pot with the spoon. “Come back to my bed every night,” she sipped the broth and tossed a pinch of salt into the pot before continuing, “and make sure you save a little for me, and I don’t care where your cock has been during the day. I do care if a giant squid decides to fuck you to death and turn whatever’s left into a snack.”

“I understand your concerns,” said Kal, stepping further into the galley. “But I agree with Kolas in this case. Many female crew hate that we have the Dauntless’s men aboard. As a former Captain and liaison for the men, I think much of that hate gets directed toward him. He also allows the girls to shift blame from the once-slavers, whose company they enjoy every night, to their former commander.”

“If it keeps my men safe, then it’s fine,” said Kolas.

Kal raised a questioning eyebrow. “You hardly sound like the man we sailed out of The Spine with.”

“Aye,” he said, nodding. “As a Captain, hiring good sailors is an investment. If I lost a man, it was unfortunate but mostly inconvenient and costly, ‘specially if they were new to the crew. You and Scarlet made my life depend on me men’s behavior. I suddenly had to actually give a shit about my crew, their troubles, and their happiness, or I could end up feeding the fishes like Darrow and his mercs. That,” he glanced at Hesta, “and a little forgiveness helped open my eyes. I can’t say I like what I’ve seen.”

“How so?”

“My life’s been turned on its head. Now, I work beside and take orders from the very women I transported. Instead of slaves, I see ‘em for the hard-workin’ women and sailors they are, and that’s shown me what a proper piece of shit I was. Facin’ that isn’t easy.”

“And now you’re taking a chance on becoming a kraken’s dinner for what? Atonement?” Hesta snapped, still seething.

“Nay. My past is my past, and I’m leaving it there. I won’t spend the rest of me life trying to right those wrongs. Instead, I’m looking forward to a new job, a new employer, and possibly a new command, preferably with a good woman manning the galley. Doing this will get me a step closer to that last one.”

“But she’s a kraken,” the sheep-girl pleaded.

“If there were no risk, then sex with Poco wouldn’t mean much to the crew,” said Kal, “and even less to Scarlet and Ratt.”

“I heard over and over that once you have your own command, you can never go back to bein’ crew. I understand what that means now,” said Kolas. “This is important to me.”

The sheep growled in frustration. “Fine ... but I don’t like it.”

Kolas stepped across the galley and wrapped his arms around the woman. “I know, and thank you.”

“I came to ask you a question, Kolas, but I think I got my answer. I’ll leave you two alone,” said Kal.

“Oh no, you don’t,” said the sheep girl, pushing away from the former Captain. “Take him with you, or I won’t have midday meal done in time. Besides,” Hesta’s strain and worry were apparent in her smile as she looked up at her lover, “I believe he has a rendezvous with a kraken.”

Poco, Scarlet, Ratt, Ikuno, and the leader of the new squid girls had all moved up to the ship’s bow to continue their conversation by the time Kal and Kolas climbed the stairs to the forecastle. The kraken’s avatar stood on the deck with her head up and shoulders squared in front of everyone but the oni, who sat leaning against the deckrail sipping her morning tea. Ikuno told him over the bond that she had perused Kal’s memories of Emru and given Poco similar instructions on how to look more appealing.

“I believe it would be best to have you or one of your friends stay with Poco. She can approach the other ships first and explain that Poco is a kraken and that she is a friend here to help without scaring the life out of them,” Scarlet told the squid-girl. As she spoke, the kraken’s head and shoulders slowly began to droop. Ikuno grunted, and Poco’s eyes flicked toward the oni as her posture improved.

Seeing Kal and Kolas, Scarlet forced a grin. “It looks like the man of the hour has arrived.” She apparently had some of the same misgivings as Hesta, but the mage assumed she was more worried about the ship and crew than Kolas’s safety. “We’ll give you as much privacy as we can.”

“Thank ye,” said Kolas.

“I’ll be staying until I’m finished with my tea,” said Ikuno.

“Don’t mind her” said Kal. She’s a voyeur and just wants to watch.”

“He knows me so well,” the oni laughed as a hand slipped under the leather covering her sex and started making small circles. Only Kal and Kashka knew that Ikuno wasn’t touching herself and decided to stay nearby if the situation deteriorated.

Kal forced a chuckle and turned back to the kraken’s avatar. “One last thing, Poco. If things go well with you and Kolas, I may visit you later, but not as part of the deal with Scarlet and Ratt. Instead, I would like to get some of your ink.”

The kraken again looked confused. “You also would be with me willingly.”

“If you prove you are no danger to me and don’t mind giving up some of your ink, then I don’t see why not.”

“If ye were goin’ to do the woman anyway, you could have saved me the talk I just had with Hesta,” Kolas grumbled.

“No, I couldn’t,” said Kal, clapping the man on the back. “This is between you, Scarlett, Ratt, and Poco. The deal for the ink is only between me and her. Besides, we both know you have your own reasons for volunteering.”

“Aye, don’t remind me.”

“Come,” said the mage, holding his hand out to the squid girl, “the word on deck is that some crewmen are giving your friends a good pounding belowdecks, which means you’re missing out.”

“I hope ye don’t mind if we skip the preliminaries,” said Kolas, fumbling with his belt as his hands shook with nerves. The man paused and looked at Ikuno, “Could ye use your mind magic to call the mage back? I understand he has magic that can help a man ... uh ... stay strong, and I feel like me todger needs a little help in that regard.”

“Todger? Haven’t heard it called that before,” Ikuno chuckled as she leaned forward. A magic circle formed in front of her outstretched hand and pulsed with magic. “Who do you think taught him the spell?” she asked, leaning back and sipping her tea.

Kolas noted that her hand did not return to her sex and that she didn’t appear remotely aroused. Considering the big blue woman seemed to live ready to bend over for Kal or bury her face in another woman’s quim, the oni’s lack of excitement seemed unusual. The former Captain’s lips curved into a faint smile. He’d have to thank the mage later for leaving his woman there. Kolas doubted she could do much against a kraken, but the insurance still put his mind at ease, if only a little.

“I don’t understand what you mean by ‘preliminaries,’” said Poco. Her voice lacked tone or emotion, but from his experiences with monster girls lately, Kolas had the impression it was more from lack of conversation than actual coldness.

The former Captain paused before answering to take in the woman before him. She wasn’t pleasant to look at but wasn’t utterly repulsive either. Poco looked like a woman who tried to be beautiful, then drowned. The avatar’s pale skin had a faint blue-green hue from the kraken’s blue blood, and streaks of green algae ran through her long, strangely thick black hair. Poco’s skin had an unnatural sheen as if pulled too tight. Kal warned him that her skin might feel strange as it had to weather the harsh salt water and constant pummeling as the kraken dragged its avatar around. Kolas assumed that was also why she only had hair on her head. In other ways, her body was mostly normal and even attractive. Her breasts weren’t enormous, and the blue-green nipples were interesting, but she had nice wide hips and long legs, which he appreciated. Poco’s face could have been pretty if it weren’t for her pallid, tight skin.

“I imagine you don’t,” Kolas replied, opening the front of his pants and fishing his cock out. “But maybe that’ll change over the next few months.” He placed his hands on Poco’s hips and lifted, but the avatar didn’t move. “Work with me, would ya?” he asked, lifting again. Poco rose up into the air, and Kolas directed her backward until her bottom rested against the deckrail beside the forward ballista. “Lean back,” Kolas instructed, pressing on her chest.

If it weren’t for the ship-killing squid floating in front of the bow, Kolas might have been able to enjoy the novelty of what he was about to do. As things were, he silently thanked Ikuno for the spell keeping him hard.

The kraken laid back as instructed. Kolas thought about one of Kal’s suggestions on the brief walk from the galley and forced his mind not to think about the tentacle attached to Poco’s back, holding her in position. She gripped the deckrail after a moment’s confusion about what to do with her hands, then opened her legs. Except for the dark blue color instead of pink or red, the woman’s quim looked normal enough as she presented her sex to him. There appeared to be familiar-looking lighter-blue circles around the entrance. He swiped his cock up and down her slit to gather some moisture, and sure enough, the circles clung to his prick, feeling like little sucking kisses. He also noticed her pussy was cooler than just about every woman he had been with.

The avatar’s body jerked when his cock rubbed over her pearl. She looked up at him in surprise.

“Never felt that before, have ya?” he asked.

Poco shook her head emphatically. “Do it some more.”

Kolas obliged and spent the next minute rubbing the kraken’s pussy with his cock until her cheeks flushed blue and she began breathing heavily. The added color helped her look slightly less like a drowned human and more like a monster girl. When the avatar was nearly panting with desire, he placed his cock at her entrance and pushed. Rows of soft, sucking discs grabbed his prick and drew him the rest of the way into her cool depths, then began undulating up and down his prick. Kolas rested there momentarily, enjoying the sensation before trying to withdraw. A ring of muscle clamped down on the base of his cock, preventing him from pulling out.

“Oy, I can’t fuck ya proper if you don’t let me move,” he growled at the kraken as she shuddered from the feeling of being filled.

Poco blinked a few times before pushing away the pleasure and replying, “Move?”

“Aye, I can’t fuck ya proper if you don’t let me move. Loosen up a little.”

“Hmm,” said Ikuno from over his shoulder. Kolas nearly jumped out of his skin, then looked up at the oni, wondering how he hadn’t heard her stand up or walk across the deck. “I doubt she’s ever had a willing man before,” she continued, “and, judging from what I’ve seen, she sucks the man inside whether he’s hard or not and traps him there until he cums. Poco, you need to relax and let him move. I promise it will feel very good if you do.”

“But ... he might run away.”

Kolas shook his head. “I’m not goin’ anywhere ‘til I’ve filled your quim with jizz. Loosen up, would ya?”

Poco cast a doubtful look at the oni before slowly relaxing the ring at the base of Kolas’s prick.

“I’d appreciate it if ya kept it a little tight,” he requested. “Ahh, just like that,” Kolas groaned as the ring cinched down slightly. He and Poco both voiced their pleasure as he pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed back in.

“I think she likes that,” said Ikuno, taking a sip of her tea while watching expressions of lusty surprise and wonder on the avatar’s face.

“Hesta forgive me, she’s not the only one,” said Kolas as he thrust faster into the woman’s pussy. The sucking discs teasing his cock, the undulating walls of the inside of the kraken’s quim, and the tight ring around the entrance sent him flying toward his first orgasm far faster than anticipated. Slamming his prick into the kraken’s avatar, he buried himself as deep as he could before shooting what felt like an ocean of cum into her sucking pussy.

Poco followed right behind him. The avatar’s body tensed up, and her sex drew him in and painfully milked him as the ring again snapped down around the base of his prick. The kraken made odd cooing noises and wrapped her arms and legs around Kolas so she could grind her pussy on his cock while she rode out her orgasm.

The former Captain felt the oni beside them tense when Poco grabbed him. She relaxed a few seconds later as the avatar’s arms slipped down to grab the deckrail again, though the woman’s legs remained wrapped around his back.

“That spell’s usually good for two rounds, Kolas. Going for a second?” the oni asked.

“Ya know ... I like that Hesta cums just from my jizz. But I like it better when I get her off without it. I think I might give that a go.”

Ikuno asked the avatar, “Sound good to you? Are you ready for another round?” The kraken nodded so vigorously that Kolas worried her head might fly off.

Chuckling at her eagerness, the oni returned to her seat and sipped her tea. “You two have fun. I’ll be over there if you need me.”

“It feels unnatural,” said Ratt, looking up at the furled sails and then out over the sea as it moved past. Poco’s long tentacles stretched along the underside of The Scarlet Bitch, occasionally breaking the waterline as the vessel gently rocked. In front of them, the long lateral fins on both sides of the kraken’s mantle slowly flapped up and down, powering through the water. Poco’s avatar rested beside the forward ballista hanging limply from the tentacle draped over the deckrail. She appeared to be asleep but could be awoken with a touch for any course corrections or sex if a crewman was brave enough.

Whispers among the crew made her think that more than a few of the men were contemplating a turn with the kraken. Some saw this as a rare opportunity to have sex with a kraken-girl, something few men besides Kolas could claim and still live to tell about it. Others were impressed by Kolas’s description of his experience with Poco and saw it as a way to satisfy their curiosity and keep the leviathan squid happy.

However, the kraken wasn’t as insatiable as most monster girls and claimed to be content with Kolas’s effort for the time being. Ratt smiled inwardly. Listening to the former Captain describe sex with Poco made the Captain wish she had the equipment to give the woman a try. But if she suddenly grew a cock, then a certain cat would be first on her list.

“Aye” said Scarlet, “but Poco should save us a day or even two moving across these calm waters” She looked over at the seemingly lifeless avatar. “I still can’t believe we have a kraken on board.”

“Named Poco ... Po-co. I don’t know why, but it feels like something as enormous as a kraken should have a more impressive name. So, do we thank Naivoo, or smack her upside the head next time we see her?” Ratt asked.