"Alright," Fjord drawled, "final week. Since this semester started, you've bargained your way out of jail by doing some odd jobs, stopped Kobolds from digging up a farmer's field, left the Kobolds to the mercy of the Gnolls, fended off an attack from the emboldened Gnolls - sort of - on the town, headed off to investigate why a wyrmling was wandering dangerously close to town and helped to clear out its lair from the shadow demon living within, and then signed on to do," he shrugged, "essentially mercenary work for a sea captain claiming to be a merchant sailor shipping live cargo. A displacer beast, now dead, a realization which had half the crew rise up in mutiny against the captain."

He looked across the scattered remains of crew on both sides of that clash. They were looking a little worse for wear, but apparently Jatila's 'just attack everyone and they'll sort it the hell out' strategy had... actually worked?

"We've managed to strike a... tentative... truce, at least until we reach dry land, which is good," as he spoke, a large tentacle curled out from the water behind him. He continued speaking as though completely unaware. "Since I have a sneaking suspicion you're gonna want all hands on deck for this."

That was, of course, when the tentacle slammed down and grabbed Fjord, hauling him overboard, before one by one, nine more tentacles curled up and around the ship as a whole, and some distance off a large, almost reptilian head rose from the water, opened its mouth to reveal rows on rows of horrifying teeth, and it roared a roar like thunder, lightning crackling in the air around it.

There was your final, kids. Fjord had released the kraken.

[OOC: Open!]