[octpora]

What a big mistake the GP barge had made! As I had stroked downward, Sprout Sprinkler the Bloodthirsty decided it would be a good idea to train a harpoon cannon at my last trajectory in hopes of skewering me to bring aboard.

Moby Dick was not amused. His large size also presented him with some problem- hard to turn from the path of something so fast. He had offered me my life back in his own way, and so I had to repay in kind, but in the process I sacrificed the coolest souvenir i had ever acquired in my travels. "Oh well, I think it had a piece of skin still attached any way." And just thinking thinking such a thing made me want it back all the more.

The peg leg lodged in the barrel of the cannon as the trigger was pulled. The charge blew it backwards, knocking the stringy little creep backwards into the bridge. It didn't move.