This pin utilizes a black and white military ribbon drape, links from a vintage clock chain, and vintage clock gear.
The little bronze Air Kraken is hand cast bronze and extremely rare.
Both the gear and the Kraken will swing freely from the drape to show that there is life in the beastie still!
I am down to only 14 of these rare little Air Krakens ( aka Albasquids ), and it is uncertain if there will be more made. There is nothing like them to be found anywhere else!
The Rare Bronze Air Kraken, in captivity at last!
Captain Hugo Merrifield clung precariously off the guy wires dangling from the body of the Airship HMS Gadfly.
He groaned to himself, peering through his brass spyglass.
"Another Damn Air Kraken off the starboard bow," he muttered.
"Is it in a mating frenzy, or just the usual devouring mode?"
Queried Adamas Devoveo Matris, chief Weapon’s officer, as she spat on her whetstone, honing her favorite cutlass to a razor edge.
"Can’t say for sure, but I believe it just winked at me!" Remarked the Captain.
Matris rose from her seat on a pile of coiled rope, reaching for an oversized set of rusty manacles. Attaching it to the spare length of anchor chain, She hissed through her teeth at the Captain,
"Sing that little ditty you taught us at the Gut Bucket Ale House last shore leave. If it croons back and approaches the ship, outermost tentacles waiving in a counterclockwise fashion, then Love is in the air!"
The captain reached into the back pocket of his khaki jodhpurs, pulling out a battered silver flask of Absinthe with shaking hand.
He took a long pull, and then began to sing in a loud but tremulous off key baritone….
"ALLLL FOR ME GROGGG, ME JOLLY, JOLLY GROGGG, ALL GONE FOR BEER AND TOBACCO, I HAVE SPENT ALL OF ME TIN ON THE LASSIES DRINKIN’ GIN, AND IT’S BY THE HARD NORTH WIND I’M BOUND TO WANDERRRR!"
The gargantuan winged calamari began to drift closer, squealing like a bagpipe fashioned from a live pig as it approached, slimy glistening arms circling outward. The suckers made an obscene smooching noise as it reached for the grimacing Commander.
"That’s got her attention, Captain! Just a little closer…."Intoned Adamas, swinging the chain over her head in a short ellipse.
The fetid rotten fish breath of the approaching beast began to wash over the both of them as they stood their ground before it’s nightmarish countenance, its slavering beak snapping in anticipation of dark romance.
With a grunt of effort, Adamas, spinning in place like an Olympian discus thrower, let fly the bronze links and restraints with the raw power and precision born from decades of bolo hunting in Argentina.
Across the aether the chain sped, making contact and wrapping the love struck squiddish suitor, the manacles closing with a loud snick upon the reaching foremost tentacles .
The Air Kraken abruptly went limp and passive, heaving a deep sigh like a train whistle. The wide, coquettish eyes unfocused, half lidded in a heated, come hither boudoir stare.
"AHH! that’s got her nice and tidy!" exulted the Captain.
"I always heard that when they are ready to spawn, if you capture and wrap them snugly, they can be controlled almost forever.
They just love a good prolonged embrace, chains or tentacles. Mayhap a little game of slap and tickle with the crew," he leered. "Or perhaps we’ll fire up the fryer and have a feast!"
"I won’t see her abused on the Gadfly! I’ve taken this Air Kraken on as a personal ward," huffed an irate Adamas."Bad enough she has to be restrained .I wonder what a Kraken Safe Word might be," she chuckled to herself.
"I’ll see if she can do us any good shipboard, or perhaps along side the Gadfly, catching a fresh bit of goose to add to our larder!
Besides, she’s a sight to see, isn’t she?
I’ve never seen such a lovely form on an Albasquid before!
I have a mind to see if she’s willing to model for the jewel wright . Wouldn’t she make a noble little medal for all who have battled her like and been victorious?"