A/N: Just had to write something Jackish and Krakenish. If you haven't seen Dead Man's Chest, you might not want to read this. It is kinda spoilerish, but nothing too specific. I'm gonna write one about the Kraken. I love the Kraken. Seems Firefly fic is wearing thin.
"Hello beastie." He said. It was simple to mock it when no one was around. He had very little time to think about how incredibly amusing it all really was. He grinned a bit, but that was out of habit, pure and simple. What he was thinking was "oh bugger," but that was habit too.
He raised his saber to his fate. It was a grim and puny gesture, even he realized that. But it was right. To go down fighting to the very end. No more shows, no more running. Had it really taken a girl to show him courage? He couldn't believe how much his mind wandered from his doom.
Slowly the myriad points of ivory death embraced him. He was powerless, not even a mighty last swing could change anything.
But all was well. Somehow. All would be well.