Right.
I have a quite irrational fear of the sea. I mean, I like paddling and things, but if I swim out to the buoys - you know, where (in the UK, at least), you can't see the bottom any more - then I become a gibbering wreck. I am convinced that some kind of vast monster will leap up from the depths and gobble me up and that will be the end of me.

So, my worst nightmare? Being in a plane crash in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, bobbing about in my life vest and then being eaten by the Kraken. Or a Whale. Or an as-yet-undiscovered-terrible-creature.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:11, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I'm a bit like that.
But only when there's seaweed or rocks and stuff too close underneath me as I'm swimming.
(Applebite Uh! A cow!, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:14, Reply)

my mrs is like that
can't stand seaweed and stuff because things might come out of it...
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:16, Reply)

I love the sea
and seaweed. It smells awesome and feels like fetish wear.
( SteveFrench Cardio is for homo's. do you even lift bro?, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:17, Reply)

You have a kelp fetish?

( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:19, Reply)

Actually
if you were on a passenger plane that crashed in mid Atlantic, the chances of surviving the initial impact are minimal. So you wouldn't have to suffer death-by-Kraken.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:18, Reply)

I'd make sure you check the flight paths then,
to avoid overflying R'lyeh.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:19, Reply)