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Aug. 4th, 2006 12:53 pmThe deck of the Pearl is covered in wreckage. Pieces of boats and broken barrels lie splintered and shattered everywhere, as do chunks torn from the kraken's tentacles by the force of the explosion.
Some are still burning.
Cotton climbs unsteadily up from belowdecks, his parrot on his shoulder. Slowly, Gibbs gets to his feet and staggers to the nearest rail. Nearby Marty shoves his way out from under a pile of wreckage and comes to join Gibbs, asking,
"Did we kill it?"
Some are still burning.
Cotton climbs unsteadily up from belowdecks, his parrot on his shoulder. Slowly, Gibbs gets to his feet and staggers to the nearest rail. Nearby Marty shoves his way out from under a pile of wreckage and comes to join Gibbs, asking,
"Did we kill it?"
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Date: 2006-08-06 04:34 am (UTC)Maccus adds, heartily, "Turns out even Jack Sparrow can't best the Devil."
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Date: 2006-08-06 04:43 am (UTC)Jones pauses. His tentacled hand coils and uncoils.
There is something in the captain's eyes very much like dread.
"Open the chest," he snaps suddenly, whirling around and planting his crab leg with a solid thump. The crewmen exchange uneasy looks; Jones pulls himself closer and says again, "Open the chest. I need to see it!"
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Date: 2006-08-06 04:54 am (UTC)The crowd shifts to encircle him as he places the chest on a barrel and carefully unlocks it.
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Date: 2006-08-06 05:12 am (UTC)He throws back the lid --
And his beard twists and writhes uncontrollably as he stares inside, face contorted in horrified fury.
The chest is empty.
No.
No.
Hardly able to spit out the words, and rising into a shriek at the end, Davy Jones throws back his head and howls to the sky above, "Damn...you...JACK SPARROW!"