Look, just because you had a dream about it, but I was gonna claim the Kraken.

Yeah, well, we'll see how everyone votes. It's a democracy, Steve, not a dictatorship.

Oh, Steve, democracy, dictatorship.

Well, I'm sorry about that. It's just hard to pack when certain people won't leave me alone.

There's no way I'm starting the hunt in Ocean View. Aqualand is my territory. I've been going there longer than Steve's been here.

Anyway, I don't want to spend than Steve's been here.

Anyway, I don't want to spend my time talking about Steve.

We've got a day to get ready for our excursions, and I have a lot to do.

So I'd like to clear something up before I go.

I think it was about a year ago when Edda tried to tell a story about a submarine's crew and the horror movie scenario they wound up in,

but of course she told it wrong.

Details were omitted, key figures were left out, and her overall tone was just too...

...chipper.

I tried to tell her she was getting everything wrong, but she just wouldn't listen.

I've been waiting for a long time to tell the story.

Here's what really happened.

The year, 1892.

The month, June.

A crew of 160 people set sail off of the British coast in search of something that

definitely didn't exist. Well, at least publicly. But we all know better, don't we? Their quarry?

A monster that was the largest ever to be recorded. This thing could make a blue whale look like a puppy.

Or so they said.

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