A/N:It's possible that you won't want to read this before watching Dead Man's Chest.
I borrowed this poem from Tennyson. As he is dead, I'm fairly certain he won't mind. Besides, I'm giving it back. I did use several phrases directly from the poem.
The Kraken
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
--Alfred Lord Tennyson
His uninvaded sleep was invaded again. The shock spread throughout the deep, stirring his unfathomable bulk. The summons was irresitsable. He wished to ignore it. To continue his everlasting slumber. Impossible. Slowly, but with great care, he maneuvered himself around the enormous polypi and jetted toward the upper deep. The crushing darkness thinned to shadows and he recognized his master's ship. It was not the only ship.
Still fathoms below, he could smell the spot. And the he knew what he must do. His hunger for more than huge seaworms swelled and he launched himself upon the helpless vessel.
But the vessel and its puny occupants fought back. Never before had he endured such pain at the hands of mortals. Only his master, the master of the deep could pain him, the unendurable pain of surfacing. But he could not stop. His master had summoned him to a task, and the black spot called him to complete it. Loss of limbs only caused him to draw back. His primitive brain sought explanation for the oozing and useless tentacles, but, through the pain of it, he could not resist the summons. He gathered his injured appendages beneath him and launched his full bulk from the sea.
He loomed over the tiny black ship, sensing only the bearer of the spot. He did not know that that man was the only soul left aboard. It didn't matter now. Only to finish his duty and return to the crushing black to sleep.
His maw opened, myriad ivory points enveloping the single soul.