Aleksandar

"Shit!" he cries out grabbing the railling of the Flag Ship of the Siberian Armada. The armada is currently asail in the Pacific Ocean, on its way home to Siberia after successfully defending his father's waters against some very scummy pirates as the deck below his feet lists sharply he demands one of the sailors tell him what's going on. The sailor, eyes wide with fear, points at the huge tentacle around the hull