The three tentacles began to 'play' with the ship.  The way a child might be mildly curious by something floating in its bathwater.  The whole ship jostled a few times as each tentacle took a turn brushing over and disturbing the tiny in comparison boat.  Finally finished playing, one of the tentacles lifted straight up, like a tower before comming down in a chopping motion across the front of the ship, completely severing the nose of the craft as well as throwing Calista, as well as any other contents of the yacht, including wine, towels, ropes, ashtray, etc.  Lifting the poor nuded form of the young immortal into the air before being deftly caught by one of the other tentacles, which gripped around her waist tightly.  The last tentacle pulled closer to the poor, trapped form before it began to reshape... swelling up into the head of a very large, stern, older man with curly hair decorated with sea life and a very unruly beard.  It was Posiedon... who had drifted and become both mutated and insane from his mad lusts and hatred for women.  Immediately the face seemed to twist and then screach at her... sounds reverberating through the deformed tentacle intense enough to almost knock out the poor, young immortal.<br/><br/>This was definitely not her day.