Personally, Jack Sparrow thought that it was a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the sea is glittering like a million jewels, and, oh look, a strange immortal squid man and his pet are trying to kill him. Jack ducked under a swing of a tentacle. If he were not so busy he might have attempted to help Will and Elizabeth, who were desperately evading the grasping tentacles of the Kraken. Suddenly, Jack rolled out of the way just in time to see Davy Jones stab his sword into the wooden deck right where he had been standing moments earlier. In his moment of distraction, a slimy tentacle wrapped around his ankle. Before he knew it the world tilted upside down and he was suspended in the air. Below him, Will, Elizabeth, and the rest of the crew were dodging like madmen, or in Elizabeth's case, a madwoman. Finally they noticed the captain hanging above them.
"Jack!" Elizabeth exclaims, however, her lack of attentiveness costed her, and a tentacle wrapped itself around her waist, and yanked her away from Will's desperately grabbing hands. Now, both Jack and Elizabeth hung in the air. Jack ground his teeth. This isn't like the Kraken to hesitate in dragging them into the sea. Any minute now, they'll be eaten. As if his thoughts were heard, the Kraken pulled them to the side of the boat, and he could see the gaping maw of the squid. Jack could hear Elizabeth's screaming, but right when he was about to close his eyes, it seemed like the sea exploded, and the Kraken surfaced. " Holy sh-" A jet of water sprayed into his face. The sting of salt momentarily blurring his vision. He blinked furiously. When his eyes refocused, he saw the Kraken looming over their ship in all of its glory. Jack knew the Kraken was big, but he never knew that it was almost six times the length of the Black Pearl. However, the waving tentacles froze, and the Kraken roared again. This time, the roar of the beast is different, Jack thought, the Kraken is roaring in fear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw squid-face pale even more than he thought was possible. Over the din of the fighting, the trembling voice of Davy Jones carried over.
"I smell Greek. I smell God."