A coastal elf village!

To your shock, you spot an elf village just along the coasts atop the large palm trees. Oh, what good fortune!

You remembered what your dear kraken mother taught you about those weak monsters, how close they were to humanity in both appearances and capabilities. You'd finally get to cause some wanton destruction on another creature's craft and to top it all off, you would have massive amounts prey to do some tentacle play. Ransacking an entire village of the helpless prey always drove your mother into a frenzy, that you sometimes had the pleasure of being the on the end of after witnessing, and now you'd get to feel the ravishing rush.

Oh, how they would squeal as you invade their bodies one by one then fill them with seed!

The question was when to strike. Now, during the morning as they arose, mid day when they would be on alert and could put up a fight, or at night when their defenses would be less secure and you had the cover of darkness.

Not to mention other night time stalkers could be about too.

Decisions, decisions...