A Pirates Worst Nightmare

It was a dark, cold, windy night. Wind whistled through the sails beckoning them to move forward. Waves splashed against the side of the ship like a child pestering their mother for candy. He stood there, at the bow of the ship, looking out into the unknown waters that lay before them, wondering what mysteries that they held. "Are you sure about this cap'n?" asked the first mate Timmy nervously 'Yes" he replied, not turning around but instead watching the horizon as the sun slowly disappeared from sight.

Some time later, a crewmember informed him that the ship was ready. "Thanks" he replied and then turned around and shouted towards his crew "hoist the sails, lift the anchor you scallywags, we'll be setting sail!" as they left the bay though, they didn't notice a certain someone peer out from behind a barrel, they definitely did not notice this certain someone come out from their hiding spot, and they certainly didn't notice him whisper "Be afraid Pirates! I will destroy every last one of you..."

As the captain sat in his cabin studying the map he saw there was a piece missing. " Hmm, I swear this bit was here before? Hmm... "Tim! Get me some rum!" he shouted to his first mate. "Is there enough, our quest to steal this sacred Aztec gold is very important." " We'll need enough to last us, there's never enough" he huffed. "We've got 12 Barrels of it cap'n" Tim replied. "Good." The captain replied as he went out the deck.

By the third day out at sea the rain was pouring down on the deck and the wind was angrily rocking the boat to and fro. The waves splashed up onto deck and towered over him as if they might swallow the ship up at any given moment. He waded across to the upper deck and took the wheel. As he took the wheel he looked at his compass, and observed that they were now in dangerous waters. he though for a few seconds; should they go back, and take an easier quest, or risk it all and (hopefully) get a well worth waiting-for prize at the end. "Continue the quest, what's the worst that could happen!"

With the rain and the fog you couldn't see 100 yards in front of you, but that didn't stop him, no, not this pirate, the pirate who had been left on countless islands to die, and escaped. A murderer, plunderer, deceiver, yet also a good man. As he stood there he began to consider his route and what to do with the treasure when they found it. A jerk on the ship brought him back to reality.

'Craackk!' The ship tossed from side to side. All the crew ran to the side of the ship and looked over. The water beneath the ship began to bubble and one large tentacle eerily slithered up the side of the ship and grabbed the nearest crew member. The captain spun around and shot it. It flinched from the minor pain and shot back into the depths. "Ready the cannons! Hoist all sails! This is not over!" he shouted. "What was that?" Tim asked, trembling. The captain, who's face had been calm the whole journey thus far replied with a face white with fear, "That... was the Kraken"