Ankyra Sound Waltzing the waves,

The kraken looked back, a man who seemed to drink the rotten fruit juice, delicious over time, but made one's head spin, "Umbra." While he looked like he needed help, she was no medic, and desired more-so to seek one out. Perhaps if she remembered enough, and held just a bit of kindness in her cold heart, she'd direct them to the beach.

Then again, the seafang was selfish, and wouldn't care now that they were even.