Yes! (There Better Be Something Good)

You decide to see what's behind the door in hopes oh loot. It is an old boat, and while it may not exactly hold treasure, at the very least, it may contain supplies that could be useful to you. And if not, than maybe a place to rest if it isn't flooded.

You pry the pole blocking the door off with your bare hands and slam into the door with your shoulder. After your fifth attempt, it swings open, scattering rust practicals about in the air. You look inside to find it is just about pitch black dark except for the light peering in down the short stair well and reflecting off the water that pools at the bottom, almost illuminating the inside with a complex liquid lightshow. A set of metal stairs leads to the inner hull of the midiem sized fishing boat. You walk down into the inner hull as the door quickly closes. You try to pull it open, but it won't budge an inch. You walk deeper in hoping to find a hole or crack you could escape through, but see none, even though the floor is counciled by the now dark flood water, suggesting it must have came in from some kind of opening. You feel like something is watching you .

Suddenly, a tentacle cane hooks your ankles, letting you fall into the water before it drags you deeper into the boat as you skip across the surface of the water. When you finally stop, you crash right into a mass of tentacles that wrap and grip your body as your face lands in a pair of abnormally large and sticky breasts. You look up and see a purplish blue skinned woman figure dressed in an old red captain's coat barley covering her breasts as they peek out the front, and a tattered bandanna over her dark purple hair which looks similar to rubber or plastic filled with jelly. Her skin is wet and glistens with what little light comes through. Her skin is sticky and slimy like that of a slug or squid. She has a large F cup rack that hangs just right, not too low but not too high either. You don't notice any alarming irregularities until you look down and notice that instead of two slender legs, she has a mass of octopus-like tentacles. She wraps around your waist as she hugs you tight and holds you against her body, planting your face further between her large breasts. She screams out "A MAAAAAAANNN!!!" She lifts you up and passionately frenches you to almost suffocation as a long thick tongue completely fills your mouth and a gooey saliva gushes down your throat. As you gasp for air and cough up most of the spit, she continues "Ohhh, Its been so long! I've been trapped without anyone in this boat for years by that damn Native Chieftain, waiting for my future feonsay to come and free me! Now I have a real man to make me a happy wife!" You try to process what she just said as she curls her tentacles around your legs and pulls you closer into her wet mass.

You don't know what to do here. She doesn't seem to mean any real harm, but you need to get out of this ship. Maybe you could just fight her or make a run to freedom. Either way, she seems bent on filling out some marriage fantasy with you and you need to think quick.