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A while back, Cait made reference to a krakken attack:
“Do you remember the report a month back of the ship pulled under by a krakken, ripped in half, all hands missing or dead?” Cait dried her face with a towel. “At this moment, I envy them.”
This is what the krakken are known for. As it stands, most people don’t actually know what the krakken look like, just a vague idea. They do, however, know what the krakken can do to a boat; this is pretty well known.
The Continental/Islander divide (hey, remember that?) exists here somewhat. Continentals are vaguely aware of the krakken, though most think of them the same way we think of mermaids. Islanders all have story about a krakken attack, or someone who had been in one, or worse, someone who had perished in an attack.
Despite these moments of contact, a krakken has never washed up on any shore, or been captures, or even injured. They are incredibly illusive, random, savage. They have been sighted deep in the ocean, recorded on grainy videotape swimming in large, aimless circles. Any attempts to track them end when they dive impossibly deep into the ocean. And they are almost always sighted one at a time.
Krakken tend to huddle in one large swath of the Southern Ocean, called the Krakken Depths. A Wanderer is a krakken that leaves this area. No one knows why they act either way, just that they do.
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