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[bringmethatnpc]

The 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.

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[gotmy-eye.livejournal.com]

The tentacle pulls Elizabeth toward the grand cabin where Pintel and Ragetti had taken refuge - until the big tentacle had smashed through it.

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!

[bringmethatnpc]

A crewman has picked up the dropped musket, meanwhile, and is trying to do what Elizabeth had in mind... but one of the kraken's tentacles catches him before he can shoot the net, swinging him up into the air.

Fortunately, he drops the musket, which lands at the top of the stairs.

[try_corsets]

As soon as she is free, Elizabeth races back to the main deck. There will be time for gratitude later. Hopefully.

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.

[pirate_jack]

He keeps his foot planted firmly on the gun as he assesses it all in an instant. Nothing else exists for him in that moment; not the kraken, not the danger flying all around them, nothing but what he has to do.

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.

[try_corsets]

Hand still on his boot, she stares up at Jack and thinks, he came back. No longer concerned about pushing his foot or pulling the musket, she wonders briefly at the look in his eyes and surges forward to wrap her arms around his legs -- possibly to steady him, more likely to steady herself.

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.

[pirate_jack]

In one single movement, he bends and snatches the musket, raising it to his shoulder and sighting along its length.

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--

[turned_captain]

Don't wait.

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...

[pirate_jack]

Wait for the opportune moment.

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.