A/N: Please make sure you read the last chapter, since I've updated that too. Actually, since I haven't updated in so long, you might want to do it anyway.

The Kraken

Will and Hobbes were sitting in the captains quarters of a rather large trading vessel. Both were huddled in blankets and drying off from a damp night. Of course, Hobbes was impressing the captain and crewmates.

"Yep, tigers are just about the best animal around," he bragged.

"Lord in heaven," the captain began. "Still can't believe we've found a talking animal. Out on the sea, too."

"Amazin' captain!" the first mate said. Everyone practically ignored Will.

"Could that dress have told of this tiger?" the captain asked.

"What dress?" Hobbes said, curious.

The captain pulled a dress out of a nearby chest. Hobbes studied it. And so did Will.

"Where did you get that?" Will spoke up.

Surprised by his question, the captain answered "Found it aboard. Told us to make port in Tortuga. And we made quite a fortune there. I think it's good luck…"

Suddenly, a crewman burst through the door. "Captain! Ship sighted of the starboard bow?"

"Colors?" the captain asked.

"She's not flyin' any!"

"Pirates!"

"Or worse," Will said, getting up. Hobbes followed.

Every crewman, Hobbes, and Will were on the deck, trying to eye the ship.

"Will…" Hobbes said, tail growing bushy.

"I know, Hobbes," Will said. "It's the Flying Dutchman."

"Not that…" Hobbes said. "I smell something…"

"What?" Will asked.

"…Rotting corpses?" Will and Hobbes exchanged glances. They both quickly started making their way to the highest point on the ship. The top of the main mast.

"It's the Kraken!" Will shouted to the crew below.

The crew stared at Will and Hobbes. Some laughed at him. Suddenly, the boat stopped. It almost caused Will and Hobbes to fall off.

The crew stopped laughing. In fact, they all went silent.

"Must've hit a reef…" The captain said nervously.

"On the open sea?" Hobbes asked, regaining his balance.

"Hard to port, that starboard!" The captain yelled, trying to regain control over his frightened crew.

But these were the captain's last words. In a flash, a huge tentacle reached over, grabbed him, and dragged him under the sea. Will and Hobbes were the only ones to see this.

But the tentacle came up again, much high, with the captain screaming for help. This time, the entire crew saw. Then the tentacle zipped quickly into the water, which would have killed the captain, if he was lucky.

"KRAKEN!!" The first mate (now captain) yelled, and the crew flew into a panic. The bell alarm was ringing, and crewmen were scattering like frightened ants. Actually, Hobbes was just as frightened. He gripped the main sail's yardarm for dear life. Will was terrified, but did his best to face his fear.

By now, dozens of big slimy tentacles were swarming all over the ship, smashing it to pieces and grabbing crewmen who were unfortunate enough to get in the way. The screams of horrified men filled the air. Some tried to put up a fight, but they would either be smashed to a pulp of grabbed and pulled under. Hobbes and Will could only watch.

Hobbes then spied a tentacle that was making it's way up the mast. Will pulled out his father's dagger. Hobbes, despite his fear, unsheathed his claws.

Hobbes was the first to attack. He put all his strength into a swipe, and slashed at the tentacle. It actually sliced the tip in half and it seemed to writhe in pain, but recovered. Undaunted, The tentacle shot itself at Hobbes, but Hobbes took another swipe at it. It barely scratched the its side, but it still reared back.

The tentacle then moved and went for Will. Will used his dagger and stabbed at one of the suckers. The tentacle reared back, but tried again. Will stabbed again and again, making several incisions. But the kraken had enough, and the tentacle snapped at Will and grabbed his torso. It dragged him off the mast and started flailing.

"Will!" Hobbes shouted. Before he knew what he was doing, Hobbes jumped off the mast and landed on the tentacle, sinking all of his claws and his teeth into the cold slimy tissue. The tentacle squirmed, but Hobbes wouldn't let go. After a few seconds, the tentacle's grip loosened, and Will landed on the deck.

Before jumping off, Hobbes dug his front paws as far in as he could, and tore a big hole in the tentacle. It flailed in great pain, and started to retreat to the sea. Hobbes jumped back onto the deck just in time. It was one tentacle down, and about twenty more to go.

Half of the crew was already dead, and the other half was quickly losing. Will had managed to grab a sword, and began to slice at several tentacles, but it was futile.

Suddenly, two tentacles that were much thicker than the others rose out of the water; towering over each side of the ship. Hobbes and Will stared in awe and fear at their rising. Will knew what they were about to do.

"Hobbes!" Will yelled. "To the stern!" Hobbes obeyed. He and Will ran to the back of the ship as quickly as possible. Hobbes turned to see the two tentacles falling like pillars towards the middle of the ship.

"Grab onto something!" Will yelled. Hobbes grabbed a nearby railing. He could almost count down the impact. "Three…two…one…"

There was a huge crash as the two tentacles smashed right through the middle of the ship. Debris and crew went flying in all directions. The two halves of the ship started tipping towards the center. As the stern rose, Hobbes saw dozens of giant razor-sharp teeth protrude from the water, right where the tentacles had smashed. Terrified screams filled the air as poor souls slid down the deck to the reeking maw awaiting them.

After what seemed like an eternity, the chaos, destruction, and screams subsided. Hobbes and Will had survived, but were still not safe. After all, the remains of the ship were quickly sinking into the deep blue Caribbean waters.

"What now?!" Hobbes asked.

"Dive under water." Will responded. "And swim to the Dutchman!"

"What?!" Hobbes asked. "You want us to go towards Davy Jones?!"

"If it means survival, then yes."

Hobbes really had no choice. He took a deep breath, and plunged into the icy water.

Hobbes swam to the Flying Dutchman, and hid inside the "mouth" of the ship. Will joined him shortly after. Hobbes overheard the first mate ask, "What about the survivors?"

"There are no survivors", responded the deep, merciless voice of Davy Jones.

To Hobbes' horror, this was followed shortly by the sickening sound of steel hitting flesh and then silence. Lucky for them, it seemed that Davy Jones thought Will was dead for they heard Jones order his crew to an island called "Isla Cruces." That's where the Dead Man's Chest would be. And it is a safe bet that Jack Sparrow would be there, too.

Hobbes looked at Will. They seemed to be thinking of the same thing. Will had the key, and they were on their way to the chest, Jack Sparrow, and Calvin.

Meanwhile, Calvin once again took a break from the crow's nest to grab a bite to eat. He went down to the galley, grabbed some bacon, and came back up. It was here that he ran into Norrington. He had not seen him for the voyage so far. Jack was talking to Elizabeth, so Calvin decided to confront the former commodore.

"Hey Norrie," Calvin greeted.

Norrington, who was leaning on a railing, looked up. "Oh great," he said. "Just what I need. The whiny brat has just shown up to make my day complete."

"Darn right!" Calvin said. "So what exactly happened to you?"

"Not that it's your affair," Norrington started. "But it was from chasing you. I tried to sail through a hurricane, and well…"

"Well, that was pretty dumb," Calvin said.

"I didn't do it for your approval, Calvin."

Calvin ignored him. "But you're a pirate now! You know what they say…" Calvin began to sing.

"Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirates life for me!"

"Oh, shut it!" Norrington snapped back. "I know the song. And I still can defeat you easily in combat, too."

"Is that so, creampuff," Calvin said. He unsheathed his flame sword and thunder sword.

"Put those down," Norrington said nonchalantly. "It doesn't mean I want to."

Calvin put his swords away. "But you might as well live the pirate life now, right?" he asked.

"I won't be a pirate for much longer," Norrington said. "Mark my words, boy, I will become a commodore again."

"Uh huh." Calvin seemed skeptical. "But until that day comes, you could at least try to live it up. Being a pirate is awesome."

The two didn't speak for a moment. The Norrington began again.

"Calvin," he asked. "Why are you still on Jack Sparrow's crew?"

"Well," Calvin started as if he had a good answer. But after a moment's thinking, he came up empty.

"I heard him call you the bravest pirate in the Caribbean. If so, why don't you start your own crew?"

"Start my own crew…" Calvin thought to himself. Norrington smiled slyly.

"I can't!" Calvin said. "I need a ship to be a captain."

"Ah…that is a problem," Norrington said as he scratched his chin. "But what if..?"

"What?" Calvin asked.

"What if you used the Dead Man's Chest to get a ship?"

Calvin thought for a second. "Ya know, Gibbs did say something about Jack getting the Black Pearl from Davy Jones."

Calvin imagined himself captaining the fastest ship in the Caribbean; even faster than the Pearl. He imagined commanding a crew of the biggest pirates ever, and he imagined himself sitting on a mound of treasure.

"Yea…" Calvin thought. "Of course I'd talk to Captain Jack from time to time, but I would be the greatest pirate captain that ever lived."

"So…" Norrington said. "If we reach the island where the Dead Man's Chest is, help me get it, and then I'll help you get a ship."

"Wow!" Calvin exclaimed. "Thanks Norrington. I guess you aren't so bad after all!" Calvin hopped away to the crows nest, whistling a happy tune.

"You know…" Norrington thought to himself. "For a pirate, he's not very good at sensing a trick."

"LAND HO!" Calvin eagerly yelled from the crows nest. Isla Cruces came into view.