Poseidon

The small green tentacled creature swam over to Sheldon and looked him up and down.

"It is a great honor to meet you." Its voice was definitely masculine. "Your father was a great hero."

"Was?" Eldon asked, confused. "Do you know him?"

"No," the creature looked terribly sad. "My great, great grandfather helped him out when your father came to rescue the Great Brooke last time."

Shelly looked at the wizened and small creature, and wondered how old his great, great-grandfather could be, until she recalled how short grindylow's life spans were. In the twenty years since her father defeated the Outsider, three generations of grindylows had come and gone. For them to revere her father so much meant that he'd made quite the impression on them.

"Can you get us safely to Brooke?" Shelly asked, wanting to get this mission over with. The creature swam backwards in alarm.