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A sudden attack by enemy pirates caught us off guard, and they charged at our war brig with their entire fleet! Bombarded by a slew of cannonballs, we attempted evasive maneuvers and successfully avoided a majority of the damage, although our hull sustained a few hits.

“Cap’n, we’re gaining bilge in the cabins! Darn it, those scurvy dogs are going to pay for this,” shouted a deckhand.

“Everyone, prepare to abandon ship; take the the dinghies and follow the sun to the east, where we can meet with the rest of our armada! Follow the tides home and don’t give up hope, men! God of the seas, Poseidon, is on our side this time and this battle will be ours as long as we can make it back to the mother ship,” I bellowed.

“Heave, ho, heave, ho,” chanted the crewmates as they rowed.

In the midst of the rowing came a foreboding sense of unease; it was too peaceful for some reason, as if the enemy had stopped chasing us. Just at that moment, giant pillars of water burst into the sky and ominous shadows loomed over the men.

“KR-KR-KRAKENNN!!! LORD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS…” cried a fleet officer.

“Men, don’t you dare give up against this fiend! No, you shall all survive and live to tell another glorious tale,” I roared.

Oblivious to the death coming down from above, I kept belting words of encouragement until the tentacle connected with the dinghies and destroyed all of them. Broken planks went flying everywhere, impaling some of the men and killing them almost immediately; inducing mass panic from the surviving crew members. Quelling the screams of the men, the kraken fully emerged from the sea and consumed the rest of the crew; everything had disappeared into the abyss of the beast’s mouth.

Realizing that the brig sent for making treaties was taking longer than usual to return, the commanding admiral could tell that something had happened to them.

Signaling to the fleet on standby, the admiral commanded immediate mobilization.

The skilled tactician yelled, “To arms, men!! Until we send all of our foes to Davy Jones’ Locker, we will continue to hunt them down! Vengeance—IT SHALL BE OURS!”

“We should lead with our greatest Xebec, the Holy Nick! Xebecs are the best for vengeance on the high seas; we can swiftly eliminate the enemy’s war frigates while they struggle to aim their cannons at us,” noted the fleet’s quartermaster.

“YARRRR, LET’S GET GOING ALREADY—FOR OUR BRETHREN,” echoed hundreds of men.

Zealously rushing towards their fallen allies and going as fast as their sails could take them, the armada sailed into the horizon, enraged and ready to perish anything that obstructed their path… even the legendary kraken itself.