The next day, Arthur awoke to the sound of Robert's panicked voice, and someone shaking him.
"What's going on…?"
"CAPTAIN! There's a whole fleet of ships coming at us, maybe a mile or two away! They've all got the jolly roger!"
Arthur suddenly realized what Robert was saying, and bolted upright. He practically jumped out of bed, and raced to get ready.
"Call orders to load the guns, all of them. Call the crew to arms, raise the Jolly Roger, and let me get dressed!"
Arthur pulled on just the usual black and white attire with the long, sleek black boots; there was no time to go all out. He got his sword and belt, his twin pistols, and a musket, then left the room as quickly as possible. Much to Arthur's relief, his orders had been carried out dutifully, and he could see the gleam in the eyes of all of his men. A chill went down Arthur's spine as he watched the ships get ever near.
"You know, Robert," Arthur said. "I really enjoy the scent of blood mingling with sea salt in the morning. It's refreshing."
"Aye, Captain, that it is!"
On the approaching ships, one man grinned when he saw the Jolly Roger rise on the Britannia Angel. "They've fallen into our trap," Richard Engel said. He was Tori's father.
"Indeed, sir. They think that we are pirates, and will engage us, but then we will arrest them and take the ship."
"Yes, and then they will all hang once we get back to dry land," Richard said sternly. "All of them!"
Arthur waited, his body relaxed. The ships were near, and his adrenaline was beginning to pump through him. He put his spyglass up to his eye, and gazed out.
"Oh, BLOODY HELL!"
The entire crew turned to gape at their captain's out burst. "They've tricked us! They're not pirates at all!"
"It's my father!" Tori exclaimed.
The ships were close enough now, close enough that it was necessary to fire. Arthur went down on his knees, dropping the spyglass, and pressed his hands against the floor of the deck. Energy rippled out and consumed the ship for a second, then vanished. Arthur stood back up, his shoulders relaxing. Couldn't have the ship blow apart, now could he?
"FIRE!"
The other ships did the same, firing at the Britannia Angel, only for the cannon balls to bounce off. Unfortunately, this could only last for about thirty hits, and Arthur knew that this wasn't going to be a short battle. One ship on each side of the Britannia Angel connected, and Arthur's men clashed with some others.
Indy had a sword in each hand, and slashed down every enemy man he saw. Robert was all out gunman, shooting left and right as splinters from the other ships went flying around from the cannon fire. Arthur took a cannon, and fired straight at some poor bloke's head, taking it clean off. Some men from the enemy ships witnessed this horrible little scene, and grimaced at Arthur's dark laughter.
Richard spied Arthur from the corner of his eye, and came at him. Arthur drew his sword when Richard did, and they clashed. Richard swung downward, Arthur deflecting with a parry. Richard then side stepped, nearly getting Arthur in the ribs as he did so. Arthur slashed towards the chest, but missed by a fraction of a centimeter.
Suddenly, Arthur felt himself backed up against the mast of his ship, his sword flying out of his hands and away, where he couldn't get to it. Tori's father put his own sword up to Arthur's throat.
"Father!" Tori screamed. He had a pistol in one hand and came running over, stopping a few feet away from Arthur and his father.
"My son," Richard said sternly. "Watch as I kill this little bastard pirate. Pirates are evil beings, especially this one, the captain of this ship!"
"Father, please, give him a chance!"
"No, Tori! He deserves to die!"
"He's not an evil man!"
"Yes, he is! All pirates are evil, Tori! All of them!"
"Not him, not Captain Kirkland. He's different from the rest!"
Richard turned away from his son in disgust, and brought the sword to Arthur's throat again. Tori realized that he had to make a choice.
He raised the pistol, and without batting an eye, shot his father in the back of the head.
The body fell over backwards with a thud, and Arthur could only look at Tori with disbelief in his eyes. Tori smiled despite himself, and somehow felt at peace inside.
"Thank you," Arthur said. He went to get his sword, and continue the battle.
The two ships connected to the Britannia Angel finally broke off after blowing to pieces, and began to sink. Unfortunately though, there were still multiple ships, and the Britannia Angel had started to take a little damage. Arthur hated it when his precious baby took damage.
So, Arthur did something he'd never done before. He did the same thing he normally did when blessing the ship, but instead, he was using the ship as a kind of vessel to communicate. The energy blast ran through the ship and into the sea, creating a kind of boom.
The battle suddenly halted entirely, the faux pirates all looking around bewilderedly. Everything was silent except for the sea, and weird noises coming from beneath the ocean's surface. One man screamed as he pointed at the thing that suddenly launched out of the water.
Arthur Kirkland had summoned the kraken.
The beast brought down one of its tentacles, snapping a ship in two. The other ships attempted to flee, brought it wrapped its tentacles around those, too, breaking and snapping them. Arthur could only smile.
That afternoon, the ship pulled into port. Arthur and Tori took care of the formalities involving the repair and restocking of the ship, then unloaded and sold all of the loot they'd amassed. Arthur then left the ship, still in his simple black and white outfit, sword at his hip, when he heard an awfully familiar voice.
"Oi, if it ain't mah wee brudda, the little bairn!"
Scottie Kirkland, otherwise known as Scotland, had finally found his youngest brother. It didn't help that William and Ian, or rather Wales and Ireland, were right behind him. Arthur groaned inwardly.
"Eff my life."