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It was a cold, dark morning in December, when I was just 11 years old. My father, a professional fisherman, took me on his boat off the coast of Savannah, GA. It was a family tradition to fish for a large catch once a week to feed the family. My father was passing this tradition on to me.
Anyway, we hadn\'t been in the boat very long when I got a bite. It was a huge fish and it nearly pulled me right out of the boat. Luckily my father grabbed me by my belt and strapped me in the chair. We were certain we had a Marlin or something equally large.
The catch began to drag the boat pretty quickly away from shore. After a few minutes we were much to far to swim in and my father began to wonder if perhaps I hadn\'t caught something too large to keep.
He was just about to cut the line when the boat stopped moving and the line slacked. I started realing in the line when the first tentacle reached around our little ship. Before I knew what was happening there were 9 arms wrapped around the boat and one had my father.
The squid, the evil bastard squid, swung my father around like piece of candy, then bit his head right off. He tossed my father back in the boat and I, crying and dumbstruck, managed to get us back to shore. After a trip to the emergency room it was determined that my father was dead, but he was still alive enough to retain his government job.
barkel.
ps. Please be more sensative. I mean, I know you guys could never have guessed that my father was killed by a squid general, but the possibility should have at least crossed your minds.
