Dutchman took pleasure in every scream Edinborough gave. Every desperate plea, for her to call off her beast and let her live. A small corner of her conscience (if she even still had one after all these years) was making its own pleas for her to stop. That this was wrong. This was sadistic and cruel. Well too bad, she was sadistic and she was cruel. She never denied it. But life was cruel so why should the afterlife be any different. She was grinning now, her bow tasting the blood tainted sea as Eninborough's screams at last faded. Her back broken, the ship was quickly consumed by the Kraken. Dutchman's tastes ran not for ships flesh so her pet could have her fill.

Debris and bodies littered the now calm sea, all that was left of a once proud merchant ship. Who had been reduced to a pathetic pleading mess upon the sight of the feared pirate. Only one was left alive. She could sense him. The mortal who had walked her decks before, whose blood had been spilled upon her hungry timbers. She would've eaten him. As he naively swam towards her, it would've been so easy to reach down and make short work of him with her massive fangs. But instead he was left alive. For no reason other than the very idea of consuming him left Dutchman with a very foul feeling in her stomach. Even attempting such an action left her nauseated and ill. So she let him come aboard, concealing his presence from her captain who would've killed him if she had sounded the alarm.

He climbed down her flank, searching for a place to hide as she pointed her bow for Isle Crucas. She opened her jaws for him. He paused. "You really think I'm that stupid?" He asked. "Get in." She growled and he did so. Once more opportunity presented itself, it would be so easy for Dutchman to simply slam those jaws shut. Humans were so squishy, so soft, so easy to break. One bite and he would be a snackfood. Her jaws quivered and began to shut.

And then she was hit with a nausea so powerful she feared she would lose her lunch. She staggered, sails luffing in the strong breeze. Trying to push through it, her jaws slipped another inch, front fangs grinding against one another. Her stomach churned, her head buzzed and she feared that one more attempt would land her on her side. She relaxed her jaw muscles and instantly the nausea went away. She sensed her captain's concern as he reached out across their link, trying to find out what was wrong. She rebuffed him gently, assuring him that she was okay. He didn't believe her, she didn't believe her either, but thankfully he didn't press the issue.

"Now what was that about?" asked Will, having taken a position against her back molars. She didn't answer for a moment but when she did her voice was subdued, humbled. "You have a touch of destiny about you. And I cannot interfere with that." She replied. "Hasn't stopped you before." He said. "Aye but that was before now wasn't it." She answered.

Dutchman took a great deal of pride out of being the master of her own fate. She had outwitted the Ancients, she and she alone controlled her own future and most of the time the futures of other ships as well. She could decide who lived and who died. Edinburough, Essex, and even the great Black Pearl herself would fall to her guns one day soon. She had vowed it! She played God and enjoyed it! But even she knew her limitations. As for all of her power, she was still a creature of the Sea. And she dare not interfere with the fate of the Sea's chosen. She sensed a storm gathering around Will. A big change was coming and he would be at the center of it. But what that change was and when it would come, she hadn't the faintest idea. And that, more than anything, scared her into submission. She would let him live.