Ok, this is a slightly silly, fun piece I wrote for a friend. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: None of its mine.
The Kraken's Game
The Kraken writhed and swam through the murky deeps. It's tentacles waved and pounded the water, its ferocious mouth inhaling and devouring anything in its path.
And deep within its stomach, something went slap.
Its huge, powerful body battered ships, and broke them like matches. It transformed proud vessels into nothing more than waterlogged firewood. The Kraken was the master of its underwater world.
Deep within its stomach, something said: "Deal."
At the beat of the hammer from Davy Jones' ship, the Kraken would search out its master's enemy, and drag them, thrashing and screaming, into their own private hell. Death at sea had never been quite so horrific.
Deep within its stomach, something said: "I fold."
Something else said: "Aye, me too."
Another something groaned, scratched its balding head, and nodded.
A further something grinned in the weak torchlight, and passed a hand across the stakes on the table.
The first something watched the second something stoke the meagre fire with anything vaguely dry. It said: "How come you always wins, Mr Sparrow?"
The fourth something's grin faded.
"It's Captain Sparrow. And it's a knack."
The other somethings nodded. Jack had always heard that Death played chess. He'd never expected the Kraken, or at least its inhabitants, or indeed 'last meals', to play cards.
"Another game, gentlemen?"