Massaging Paul
Editor: Translation Nation
As Sheyan observed the terrifying gigantuous tentacle, his face revealed a joyous countenance.
"Aha, is that you? Beloved Paul. Frequently, I would reminisce about that brilliant roulette betting of yours."
Yet after Sheyan concluded his greetings, the gigantuous tentacle started constricting around the Hill Maiden without a sense of courtesy. Wooden creaks and screeches began emitting out of this few kilton displacement Hill Maiden, that could ferry over a hundred members. The Hill Maiden clearly could not withstand such pressure, and if this terrifyingly mighty tentacle were to exert a sliver of extra strength, one could foretell the total obliteration of this ship.
Frantic wails simultaneously resounded from the Hill Maiden, while concurrently, the pirates surveying such a scene at the pier were gasping with excitement! Besides, it wasn’t everyday they could witness the Kraken of Davy Jones.