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Aug. 7th, 2006 10:50 amThe deck of the Black Pearl is full of activity as the crew hastens about, making ready to set sail. Whether hauling lines or hoisting sails, securing the longboats or tying down nets, everyone has work to do and is busily seeing to it.
Everyone, that is, save Will Turner, who is still lying unconscious on the deck.
Everyone, that is, save Will Turner, who is still lying unconscious on the deck.
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Date: 2006-08-19 07:27 pm (UTC)What she can and cannot do at the moment ceases to matter. A tentacle flies through the cabin and wraps around her leg, pulling her toward the new hole in the wall. Elizabeth drops the musket and shrieks, clawing at the deck in an effort to grab onto something, anything.
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Date: 2006-08-19 09:02 pm (UTC)Ragetti grabs an ax and smashes it down, severing the end curled around Elizabeth's ankle and sending the rest recoiling away.
Great, they've made it angry!
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Date: 2006-08-19 10:56 pm (UTC)Fortunately, he drops the musket, which lands at the top of the stairs.
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Date: 2006-08-19 11:06 pm (UTC)Perhaps not for the man currently being crushed by tentacle.
She gasps as the musket goes flying once more, and chases it up the quarterdeck stairs, grabbing for it on her hands and knees.
Before her hands close around the barrel, however, a boot descends and holds it in place.
Who is this idiot? The shot must be fired, and she is the one who must fire it.
Frustrated, she pulls at the musket, determined to pull it free -- until she looks up to discern the identity of the person keeping her from doing so.
She goes still.
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Date: 2006-08-19 11:19 pm (UTC)Jack's as immobile as stone as he stands looking out across the Pearl's deck at the raging battle-- and the swinging net, and its contents.
It's only then that he glances down at Elizabeth.
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Date: 2006-08-19 11:29 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter anymore that Will entrusted the shot to her, or that Jack had fled in a cowardly fashion as soon as trouble reared its ugly head. He came back.
It's his shot to take.
...Unless it looks like he's going to miss.
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Date: 2006-08-19 11:50 pm (UTC)He doesn't react as Elizabeth clings to him-- all of his focus is past the end of the barrel as he tracks the swinging net, watching it move as Will Turner frantically tries to saw himself free--
--waiting--
--waiting--
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Date: 2006-08-19 11:53 pm (UTC)Will has no idea what's keeping Elizabeth so long to shoot, and relief mixes equally with frustration as he concentrates on hacking away at the net.
Shoot.
Shoot.
Shoot!
Tentacles start to tears at the net now, and As Wil finally cuts himself free and falls to the deck, he sees the barrels being ripped away from each other.
It's too late...
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Date: 2006-08-20 12:28 am (UTC)As Will goes sprawling clear and the kraken twists itself around the net, Jack targets one single keg of powder as it tumbles through the air.
There.
His finger tightens on the trigger.
The explosion shatters the air with sound and flame and shakes the Black Pearl under them. Large pieces of the kraken's tentacles fall smoking to the deck as it flails wildly about, seeking escape.
Wounded and burning, the creature lets out an unearthly moan as it sinks back into the depths.