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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 05:44 am (UTC)He knows what's behind him.
As he slowly turns to face it, the kraken roars, showering him with unthinkably foul and disgusting slime. Jack shudders, then wipes his face clear and gives the kraken a defiant look.
"Not so bad."
He looks down at himself, and only then notices that his hat has been spat forth from the kraken's maw, landing by his foot. Jack brightens, and bends down to snag it.
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Date: 2006-08-06 05:58 am (UTC)The last vision those who die by the monster's actions catch is teeth. Rows upon rows of pointed teeth; more than an animal needs to survive. To thrive, though - it's enough.
The jaws of the kraken hold wide before Jack Sparrow, at the ready for the inevitable.
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Date: 2006-08-25 09:55 am (UTC)Captain Jack Sparrow grins, in feral, wicked challenge.
"Hello, beastie."
Metal sings as he tears his sword from its sheath.
(bring me that horizon)
The creature's jaws open wide to swallow him, and Jack charges, blade raised high as he leaps into the fetid depths of the kraken's maw.