It started out as any other touristy photo op on the deck of the aircraft carrier permanently moored down at the pier. There was that one moment of wide-eyed disbelief as the huge pink tentacles methodically swept across the deck searching for something warm and delicious to devour. Those massive slimy tendrils grabbed on to my brother Daniel and all hell broke loose, mothers clutching babies screaming as they ran around with nowhere to go. The only person calm on the entire ship was a man I hadn’t even noticed before, a man with a beard, a huge double-headed axe, and thick velvet pants tucked into his furry boots.