By: Andrew Hines We had first sighted something massive making its way in our direction, not an hour past the change in tides, it’s long tentacles breaching the surface in the distance. I prayed, as did others, that it would not take notice of us and swim after some great whale or school of fish. An albatross perched on our aft railing, telling the more experienced of us that our luck was sure to run out. From the port side, our lookout spread the sorrowful word that the beast was getting closer. We spent the next hour correcting our sails and steering starboard, getting as much distance from it as possible while maintaining the best course we were able to. Twice the thing submerged in those next four hours and twice we hoped against hope that it had found other prey. Each time we were proven foolish as it breached again and continued to give chase. The old ship, The Eel’s Embrace, rocked back and forth against the waves as I helped secure the starboard rigging alongside a