"...fucking Cthulu Whale." Ashton grumbled as he drove the mobile safehouse.
If it wasn't obvious yet, Ashton really despises the thing already. He hates everything about it; its size, its appearance, strength, tentacles, and everything that it stands for.
The damn thing has been a nuisance to him these past couple of days. Every four or six hours of his sailing, the whale would suddenly appear and will try to swallow him along with the safe house. It really grinds his nerves but he had no other choice, he had to endure it.
Ashton would've loved to bring this thing down. Oh, how he wanted to shove several grenade shells in its tentacled mouth and watch it implode from the impact.
Sadly for him, this doesn't really work. He already attempted it before and it didn't even tickle the damn thing. Whatever this thing's made out of, it's extremely durable.
