The boat drifted in the drifts off the coast of France.  It wasnt far enough out to be caught in the deeper currents which could have sucked the craft out into the ocean.  Minutes passed as water lazily lapped at the sides of the boat.  Then a cloud began to pass, partially obscuring the sun.  If Calista lifted her arm to cut the glare or used her own power to sharpen her gaze, she would see it wasnt a cloud at all, but rather a very thick mass of birds all flying the same direction... from the sea and in towards land.  It would be right about then that the waters Calista was afloat in began to chill.  What was once warm coastal waters basking in the warm sun were mixed with the essence of the utter depths.  The normally pleasantly blue waters around her seemed to darken to almost a pitch color even as the temperature dropped even a few more degrees to the degree to onset shivering.  It was right about then that three huge dark tentacles began to raise silently from the waters.  Only the droppings of water from its surface could be herd as some of the icy cold sprays showered over Calista as each tentacle began being drawn by apparent curriosity toward the nonfunctioning watercraft.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>For my notes:<br/>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossal_squid<br/>Trilateral rather than bilateral and radiant.  Four extra short tentacles.  One extra long tentacle and giant eye.