There were already men in the water swimming towards the shore to get away, but some were left onboard hitting at the giant tentacles with oars and any other kind of weapon they could find. One man actually had a big cleaver and was doing a little damage.
Chris pulled us directly next to the large wooden vessel and Cory yelled for the fishermen to come over and go into our hull as we began firing at the beast. It came up out of the water and landed on the fishing boat, tearing it into splinters and taking it to the bottom of the bay. We were all standing on the edge of the boat firing our M4ís at this giant creature that seemed tremendously intent on destroying everything within its reach.
With each shot that entered a long grey tentacle, it would thrash another out of the water toward us. All we could do was shoot and dodge. Thankfully the boat we were standing on was very sturdy and though the Demon was hitting it tremendously hard, the resulting damage was minimal. When I realized the Demon wasnít going to be able to sink us, I got a little braver and ran to the case of weapons. I grabbed the RPG-122 and slung it over my shoulder. As I was running back to the edge of the boat to re-engage in the fight, a tentacle appeared from my rear and hurled me overboard.
I am a very good swimmer, but with the weight of my gear and the launcher on my back, I sank like a stone. Though the water was pitch black and I couldnít see at all, it luckily wasnít too deep and I was able to untangle the RPG-122ís strap once I hit the bottom and drop it to swim back up. I had just begun making my ascent to the surface when I felt arms grabbing me and pulling me upwards. I gasped as I was finally able to take a breath and saw that my rescuer was Rob. We swam around to the back side of the boat and climbed up the rope ladder that had been dropped for us, while the others continued to fire on the Demon.
The enormous octopus was obviously moving much slower now and Tom decided it was time to end it. Chris maneuvered the boat as close to the Demon as possible while we all continued to spray bullets at every exposed part of its wet gray body. Tom pulled C-4 out of his pack and threw it directly at the Demonís head. His first throw missed and sunk to the bottom of the bay. His second throw, on the other hand, was perfect. It landed directly on the top of the giant octopuses head when it was barely visible at the surface of the water. On contact Cory shot one perfect shot that hit the C-4 and detonated it.
We were much closer to this explosion than we should have been and were covered in grey and red pieces of giant octopus. It smelled worse than anything I'd ever smelled in my life and everyone except JoJo vomited over the side of the boat. She thought it was hilarious and very obviously loved the fact that she was the only one who didn't get sick.
Once we gathered all our gear and were ready to transport, I looked around for the first time. We were in what appeared to be a small fishing village in Japan. Luck was on our side today because every other boat at the dock was a wooden fishing vessel. Iím not sure why there was a luxury boat at this dock, but Iím glad it was.
Chris called Jonah on the radio and said, "Jonah, bring us home." I was disappointed that he didnít instruct Jonah to beam us up, so I said it quietly to myself, "Beam me up, Jonah."
Once again, I felt the odd sensation of being pulled and pushed in every direction, everything going white, and the tug in my gut telling me to vomit again. But then it was all over and I was standing in my Transporter.