June 20, 1680
Off the coast of Ladysmith.
The Kraken came for me Mudder. I was just off the coast when I could already hear Ma cussing and hitting a huge tentacle with her favorite cast iron frying pan.
Rat was first out of the boat and before you could say GULP he went down the Krakens gullet quicker than one of my sandwiches.
Mumbles and I made our way to the shoreline and started cutting away at the Beast.
There was plenty of calamari for supper that evening. The Creature escaped but learned a lesson that day. DO NOT MESS WITH PIRATES MUM!