"I mean--" And there go the sails, "--this is the first time I've ever been in a boat." He surveys his work, hands on his hips. Yeah, looks good. Ignore that rumbling from the deep, which the boat can now no longer escape from since they're, effectively, dead in the water. "Can't be that hard. I mean, like, people were sailing back when everything was all BC." Surely, a modern man like Marty Williams can handle it, no problem!

The rumbling gets louder, practically drowning out whatever Marty says next. Don't worry, Felicia, it was probably something stupid. And besides, the giant tentacle snaking out from the water is probably more important than whatever Marty has to say. It lands with a thick, wet thud on the deck, just behind Marty. He seems utterly and completely oblivious to it.