“… the brave Norwegian drove his vessel head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the stern of a daemon galleon. Then awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht, but Johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler would not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where–God in heaven!– the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form…” – Excerpt from The Call of Cthulhu by H.P. Lovecraft.
Recombining or not, he lost to a steamboat. Godzilla may very well kill him by accident before they have a real fight.