Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Carribean...no matter how much I'd want to. But I'm completely incapable of such fantastic work.
I actually don't know very much about the Kraken, but you'll just have to work with me since this is my first time writing about this.
Asleep in my underwater cave was when I heard the call for my presense. Master of the sea, calls himself Davy Jones, can be considered a friend to me. We worked out a relationship. I'm the last of my kind and needed something to give myself a purpose for living.
So I do what I do best: destroy the floating water vessels. This gives Jones some 'crewmates' and me...an easy meal and a gaurtantee of survival. See, there are some human creature things that are out to destroy my kind, namely me. This hunting thing, similar what they did to my whale neighbor, wiped us out. I survive and now actually enjoy smashing them up for revenge...with Jones to protect me from death.
Swimming swiftly and gracefully, I made my way towards the floating vessel I've been told was called the Flying Dutchman. Though I'm not quite sure about the Dutchman part, I know better than to think it could actually fly.
It was strange when I arrived. There was acutally nothing there, except this Dutchman thing. No other floating vessels. I did what I rarely do: surface my entire body. I scanned aboard for Jones and found him...though he looked strangely sad.
Confused, I was about to ask what was wrong when he yelled a word I originally hear from enemies.
"Fire!"
There was a loud boom and I felt a terrible pain going through my every inch of my body. Another weapon from the side of this thing attacked me and I hastily tried to slide back into the water. However, it was useless as my being refused to retreat.
I decided to fight back. I tried to smash everything to pieces, like every other vessel, but another attack almost made me lose consiousness. I roared at this outrage as everything got quiet. Only noise was this strange sound, soft and in the same tone I used to hear Jones play on the noise maker.
Finally, I slid back into the sea...everything started turning black as I moaned one last word:
Betrayl...