The mutant octopus slimmed towards us, it’s large tentacles glowing with bubbling yellow toxin. We weren’t going to make it. Fin smiled sadly.
“I’m sorry! It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” I cried.
“What? The neon yellow octopus wasn’t part of the date?” He was trying to be funny. It made me sick. Here we were on the deck of my father’s sailboat, floating in an oil infested ocean with a giant suctioned cupped cephalopod on the deck, and sharks darting around the boat.
I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the sting of the poison as a tentacle hovered over me. Make it quick, just make it quick.
I peeked open an eye. A large hunk of octopus flesh sat before me, bubbling and oozing. The sea creature let out a horrible shriek and turned it’s full attention towards Fin who was now holding a large machete.
“Where did you find that?”
“It was next to the life jackets and some aerosol can of something…” Fin puffed as he thwacked off another arm. I smacked my forehead and ran for the can underneath the bench. I pulled out the sea monster repellant as more octopus chunks flew.
“Back up!” I ordered Fin. I sprayed the pink foam over the intruder. His bubbling skins started to hiss, as orange vapor poured out of him. The octopus slid back off the edge of the boat and deep into the ocean.
“Phew, that was a close one…” Fin wiped his face with his t-shirt.
“Yeah it was, do you want to have our picnic now, or wait until we’re on shore?”
“I’d take some lemonade.”