Aside from a random gunshot from the opposite side of the boat, the party still seemed to be pretty dull, especially for one populated by so many non-humans.
Bobby assumed a lot of them were not human, that is. He'd had encounters with things of such a nature before, so it wasn't that big a deal to discover things on the yacht that didn't seem quite human.
And yet he was still bored. Looking at a bunch of freaks toting weird weapons wasn't anything new. He'd seen plenty of humans doing that in his short life already, the fact that some of the people on the boat might have a slightly unnatural skin tone, pointed ears, strangely alluring eyes or whatever wasn't a really big selling point. Humans could look just as freaky if not freakier. If his boredom was to be fought off, the people, or "creatures", would have to do something of interest rather than just look weird.
It was about the time he was thinking of doing something to provoke such an event that one introduced itself of its own accord in the form of a giant tentacle smacking down on top of vessel. It was soon accompanied by several more, all the people, or whatever, now panicking for the most part, screaming and running around like headless chickens while their fellow passengers were hauled off into the deep or turned into chunky blood splatters upon the deck.
Bobby had been lucky enough to not get hit so far, climbing back to his feet after the initial hit and stepping off in a direction that didn't lead him to joining the unfortunate party-goers no longer with them, as all the others were now so desperately trying to do themselves.
He straightened his top hat and looked around. The place was certainly a mess. All the tables were knocked over, food, champagne and broken glass littering the floor next to the dead bodies, or what was left of them. There appeared to now be a crack in the boat large enough to expose the living quarters below as well.
"Well...shit," he declared to himself.
As his eyes continued to try and make their way through the chaos he was somewhat surprised to see there were some brave souls fighting back. Brave or stupid. It really depended on how strong they were and how big the sea monster was in general. Judging by the tentacles, it was fairly fucking huge.
Still, it was better to go out fighting than to just give in. Or at least it was better to say you tried instead of having to wonder if maybe you'd have made it if you had.
Bobby carefully made his way into the cabin, able to stroll in casually without use for a door now the back had been broken off. He saw who he assumed to be the captain sobbing and praying on his knees, clinging onto the wheel of the ship to steady himself.
"Wow." The man turned to face him. "That's...super. So um, got any weapons? I mean, you won't be usin' 'em I take it?"
"What's the point? We're all going to die!"
"Well aren't you a fuckin' optimist."
"There are no weapons. This is just a yacht. This was a party, there were no need for weapons."
"Yeah, the passengers didn't think that. And look who turned out to be right."
The man just turned away and continued to sob, mumbling incomprehensible garbage. Bobby shook his head and looked around. There was a harpoon on a large wooden plaque on the wall.
"So what's that then?" he pointed as the captain turned around again.
"Oh, that's just decorative."
"It's a harpoon, man. It's not..." he sighed and walked over to it. "Jesus Christ."
He reached up and lifted it off the metal pegs it had been resting on, looking it over.
"You can't be serious, son."
"You know, dying at the hands of a giant sea monster isn't a bad way to go. In fact, the only thing cooler would be not dying at the hands of a giant sea monster. So, I'm goin' for broke."
"But that thing was never intended to be used. It's suicide!"
Bobby walked over to the man. "All that matters..." he placed a hand on his shoulder. The captain looked up through his tears, clearly expecting the boy to say something inspiring and comforting. Instead, he thrust the harpoon down into the man's foot, making him scream in pain. "Is that it's sharp. Now hold the fuck still," he instructed as he placed a foot on the captain's ankle, tugging at the weapon with both hands to rip it back out. Again he shrieked in agony, but Bobby ignored it, looking over the end of the harpoon again.
"Looks pretty good. Let's see how it works out."
He stepped outside to find there were people still fighting and people still running around and screaming, doing nothing more than taking up space until they inevitably died horribly.
He looked around to find the best tentacle to go for, then settled on the one second closest to him. The end of it wasn't too thick, meaning it was a good target. There was no way one harpoon was going to do the job here, so he had to use it for something useful rather than just stabbing wildly or wasting it by throwing it in a place nobody could retrieve it from.
After carefully lining it up, he lifted the spear into the air, then plunged it down into the appendage. Having never encounter a sea monster before, Bobby wasn't quite sure what they sounded like, but he could guess that the bizarre howling coming from beneath them was the cry of an angered ocean-dwelling beast, and a large one at that.
The boat began to sway more violently from side to side, the tentacle pulling hard against the harpoon deeply embedded in it, but it was pinned to the deck. Or so he thought. Its other extremities began to wildly flail around as it tried to free itself, pulling harder and harder until finally something gave. But it wasn't the harpoon.
The tentacle ripped upwards, causing the spear to slice through it, right down the middle, splitting it in half. The creature bellowed again from underneath the boat, even louder than before, blood flying down onto the boat from the wood that thrashed madly in pain and anger.
Bobby climbed to his feet once again, walking over and, with a good few tugs, freeing the harpoon from the boat. He stepped backwards, tilting his head upwards to watch the limb whipping around in the air a final few times before shooting back under the water. With it, one by one, the other tentacles followed, and then it fell silent.
Bloodied harpoon in hand, Bobby turned around to the other people on board.
"I'm guessing it isn't running away, is it?"
