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Aug. 7th, 2006 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bringmethatnpcThe 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 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.