I mean no offense to the British.

The Dutchman charged at the oncoming armada. The men stood wait, ready by the railing, bristling with weapons. Okay, yeah, sure it's stupid for just one ship to go boring down on an entire fleet, but c'mon. When did I ever think things through. Besides. Everyone here is immortal. Well everyone I need. I couldn't care less if my previous "friends" had died, lived, or lost a limb.

I couldn't help enjoy the exhilaration as the wind and spray whipped my hair. This was what I lived for. The surge of adrenaline before the oncoming battle. This was my life, my addiction.

As we neared, the cannons slid out, at exactly the same time, born out of years of practice and teamwork. Although I had only joined the ship and crew less than a year ago, I already felt like I had a place, that I belonged. And I loved it.

The point of the fleet sailed forward to meet us halfway. "Cannons!" I bellowed. As if anticipating my order, the sleek black barrels slid out before I finished saying the word.

Apparently, I underestimated out enemy. We sank the ship, but we suffered a few holes, fortunately above sea-level, and we didn't get any loot that was on board.

I turned to Bart. "You take command," I told him. I turned to go back to my cabin, but wheel around. "Don't break anything and this ship better be whole when I come back," I added as a second thought.

I closed the door behind me and carefully lay down on the bed. I was stuck by how oddly it seemed to remind me of Avatar. I chased that thought away. I closed my eyes, trying to wake up the Kraken.

It was so hard with the sound of battle raging around me. I wanted so badly to join the fight, to watch Riptide slice through flesh and taste blood. But, I'm pretty sure this way is better. If the Kraken sunk some ships, then there would be less for my crew to deal with, therefore leaving less people wounded. I hope…

I finally succeeded in waking up my beautiful pet and I felt my mind merge with it.

I found myself in the murky waters of the deep ocean. My tentacles floated lazily in the waters, creating mini whirlpools that I could only sense, but not see. My eyesight wasn't that good, but at least I can see.

I was a bit rusty, so I decided to try to move around a bit before the signal came. I ended up going the wrong way a few times before figuring it out.

The cannons boomed three times at a ship then switched to another target. I slowly made my way up to it. I stayed right below the surface, giving the privateers time to relax and half-celebrate their "good" fortune, before ripping them to pieces.

I slowly let my tentacles drift up and snake around the ship, feeling the smoothness of a new ship. Such a beauty. Too bad we have no use for it.

I wound my "Arms" tightly around the ship, trying to ignore the pain was splinters and bullets struck. I felt pain, but the kraken didn't care and just ignored my apologies after a while. I still hadn't gotten used to sharing it's mind and body yet.

I sank back down, pulling the ship with me. I couldn't help but watch in sick fascination as the ship sank, creating a vacuum. The privateers flailed around trying to reach the surface.

I didn't feel sorry for them. I know I used to think killing was wrong, but I don't know what changed me. Maybe it was the realization that I couldn't save everyone. Maybe it was my trip through Tartarus. Maybe it was becoming the captain of this ghost crew. Maybe it's just who I am.

The kraken's mind gently nudged me out of mini-epiphany. I started, tentacles twitching. Large fancy ship in the back the kraken told me in his faint raspy voice… (er thoughts?) I steered myself over.

Big, fancy ship huh? Maybe I'll give them a special treat. You now show my… erm the kraken's beautiful face. Am I the only one confused now?

I swam over to the ship, making sure they couldn't see me. I wound the tentacles around the ship, ignoring the stinging of the bullets that bounced off the thick, rubbery skin. I couldn't help but feel the thrill of having such a strong mighty ship shattering like a wooden plank in my arms. I had so much power. It was thrilling, yet horrifying at the same time.

I was jerked out of my stupor by agonizing pain in my chest. I realized I was back in my own body in Bart's arms before blacking out from the pain.