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Voyage of the Pomeranian


        May 5, 1884.  Lat. 8º 02’ S. Long. 14º 09’ W.

        On  the  first  day  out  our  net  brought  forth  nothing  but  creatures
        unlucky  enough  to  exceed  in  girth  the  space  between  the  knotted
        lines of heavy  Manila hemp I had commissioned in  the  Ropery of
        Hull.  This time, with Ascension Island still in sight, a couple of large
        octopi  were  hauled  aboard.  It  has  been  my  custom  to  order  such
        creatures immediately returned to the sea, but I am leaving them in
        the tank overnight: perhaps they will provide a clue to the kraken’s
        territory.

        This afternoon, in an informal assembly amidships, one of the sailors
        questioned  the  lack  of  cannon  on  the  Pomeranian.  But  in  every
        encounter of vessel and kraken thus far recorded—if accurate—the
        beast has only wreaked havoc upon mariners when it surprised them,
        mistaking  their  ship  for  prey  or  enemy,  attacking  it  and  either
        capsizing it and escaping to its deep-fathomed lair or falling victim to
        the weapons deployed  against it  and leaving little for a scientist to
        examine. The example of the French steamer Alecton is well known to
        Casimir and several of the crew, thanks to lurid tales in the illustrated
        weeklies.  I  pointed  out  to  them  that  the  creature  in  all  probability
        posed no threat to the ship and was either ill or trying to escape when
        it succumbed to modern gunnery.

        Yet there is no hiding the fact that architeuthis dux is carnivorous, and
        would  not  find  human  flesh  unappetizing.  Once  out  of  the  water,
        however, dropped into our tank and the iron-framed lid bolted down,
        the giant squid would not threaten us any more than a lion securely
        caged  in  London  Zoo.  My  concern,  of  course,  is  that  the  crew’s
        natural reaction to confronting a twenty- to forty-foot cephalopod,
        arms and tentacles writhing and beak snapping, would be to respond
        aggressively and injure it. I cannot allow that to happen if I am to
        bring my captive back alive. Thus I am ever on the alert during the
        daylight  hours,  to  insure  my  presence  when  and  if  the  kraken  is
        caught in  our net and hoisted aboard. Then  I will  keep  it alive by
        means of using every scrap of physiological information I have found
        after years of poring over books in the British Museum library and


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