The kraken wakes. Like squid, Steve and Julian heave from the inky depths of a Catskills winter, their giant eyes bulging, their mantles barnacled and studded with old Gatorade bottles. Through the last fathom they spy the shimmering image of Ellen Crawford, perched upon a rock above the Little Delaware combing her golden hair and singing the kind of song that gladdens all six hearts of two lovesick squid. Pull up a stool at the bar of the Sailors Arms, order up a flagon of ale and a packet of Walker's Cheese & Onion, eavesdrop on two crusty cephalopods plying the Mermaid of Hamden for salty tales. Of the south. Of having gills and a fishtail for legs. Of dancing for kings and the head of John the Baptist.

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