1015. Temporary City?

The open ocean seemed to stretch forever in a murky haze of blue. They had sunk down to the sandy bottom where the odd rock or two were. But the ocean floor appeared to be completely lacking in life. "This has to be this way because of the kraken spawns. There are [piles of broken shells and pieces of fish bone everywhere." Alma and Gil had moved to be near Walker. She was taking the help from Gil to swim along as she rested. 

"I agree. This is terrible. I don't want to think about what was lost before we knew about these things. Even the demons would have been eaten up by these evil kraken." The slight shake of Walker's head brought his attention to how some of the razor whip weed was wrapped around Alma's hands. "Are you going to keep using it to attack from here?" The idea didn't seem bad but Walker wasn't sure how it would work.