No words were spoken between any of them on the way back to the Pearl. Upon reaching the ship, Nicolette made sure to jump up first and climb to the deck so she could put as much distance between herself and Jack and Elizabeth as possible.

It wasn't that she was jealous before that idea entered any thoughts, it was simply…awkwardness. Nic almost felt embarrassed. Her and Jack, they had always had something since the day they had met, the same night they had kissed. It was never discussed, never labelled and honestly she didn't know what exactly 'it' was. From the moment Jack got the Pearl back it felt as if those ten years they lost had never happened and ever since Elizabeth had returned to the Pearl…it had been like nothing had ever happened.

"I am sick of bloody undead Pirates." Nicolette muttered loudly as she swung herself over the railings, landing on deck with a thump as the water dripped from her boots and breeches. Upon hearing a scoff, she looked up to see Elizabeth, a now conscious Will, Gibbs and multiple others watching her with mouths agape. "Oh that was not the same thing!" She yelled and turned away from them all, frowning.

"Where's the Commodore?" She heard Gibbs ask and she glanced over to see Jack making it up from the longboat.

Still clutching the jar of dirt tightly in his arm, Jack took Gibbs's hand to be helped up onto the deck as he muttered softly under his breath.

"Fell behind." His answer came with a glance towards Nicolette which made her stomach twist.

"My prayers be with him." Gibbs sighed grimly but then shrugged as he turned from looking out at the Island and grinned at Jack, following the Captain up towards the helm. "Best not wallow in our grief. The bright side is: you're back. And made it off free and clear."

She dropped the line as the sail dropped dramatically, with a soft flap in the wind and instead of following the two men, she went to go down below to busy herself with some other task.

But the second she placed her foot on the first step down, a roar blasted through the waves. The Flying Dutchman.

It came from beneath the surface of the waves like a sea creature, the water streaming from its hold through the canon ports and cracks by the gallon.

As gasps came from the crew surrounding her, Nicolette changed the direction of her steps and went to the railing of the Pearl, staring across at the crew they had just been fighting against and Jones himself. They were far too close, in the range of the Dutchman's canons and then some. She could practically hear the sound of Jones's suckers sticking to the rials of his ship.

"Oi, fish face!" She snapped her head to the left up as Jack yelled out to Jones, holding his jar of dirt high up in the air upon the upper deck, grinning. "Lose something, aye-" As Jack went to defend the steps to the main deck, he was too busy looking across at the Dutchman and lost his footing. He fell from the very top step, with a few bumps along the way before landing in a heap on the main deck.

The whole crew created a chorus of 'oohs' and 'ahhs', cringing in discomfort and sympathy at the sight but Jack was fine…as fine as he had been before the fall anyway and he held up the jar of dirt in triumph a second later.

"Got it!" He cheered and stood up, brushing himself off. "Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git. Look what I got." Jack turned to shaking the jar, coming to a stand in front of where Nic was placed at the Pearls port side, and projecting in a sing song voice. "I've got a jar of dirt, I've got a jar of dirt, and guess what's inside it?"

Nic glanced at the back of Jack's head, frowning, as Jones didn't respond but instead turned to his crew. A moment later chains began to clatter and the contorted faces carved into the side of the Dutchman began to open their mouths, screaming as canons slide from their mouths like tongue.

Jack lost his smile and the atmosphere around them became ice cold. Nicolette's eyes widened as she watched the loaded guns snap into place and Jack turned his head only by the smallest amount to utter towards her.

"Hard to starboard." She nodded, breathless, but her fear forced the bellowing voice from her belly.

"Hard to starboard!" She roared, send echoes of the command across the deck as Gibbs began to spin the helm frantically to get them out of range.

"Miss Barker…" Jack called for her in the same voice as before as she remained behind him, staring at the scene. "Take the helm."

Nicolette nodded weakly and then forced her feet to move, quite soon she was running up the steps to the helm and taking the spokes in her grip as Gibbs stepped to the side out of her way.

"Raise up the foreyard!" She called over the sound of canon fire and ducked as one of the large lanterns behind her was blown off. They needed to get moving quicker if they were ever going to escape from being Kraken food.

Nicolette saw a look of shock cross over Gibbs face out from the corner of her eye as she changed there course slightly and chanced a look over her shoulder. She wished she hadn't as she saw the small movement at the front of the Dutchman and groaned loudly.

The force which shook the Pearl a moment later as they were hit almost sent her to the floor and caused Gibbs to grab a hold of the railing before he was sent overboard. The vibrations beneath her feet, she had never felt a force like it and she could almost picture the scenes of detestation under her, in the cabin. The door was blown open, the windows shattered, everything inside destroyed apart from the odd trinket.

"Come on old girl." She whispered only to the ship she caressed beneath her hand, wishing it to give a bit more. They were being peppered with cannon fire and torn apart and half of the Dutchman's shots weren't even hitting their target judging by the large splashes on either side at random intervals.

Her heart was beating radically faster than normal and her breathing matched as she spun the helm again, changing their course ever so slightly to get out of the Dutchman's aim. But it was all guesswork in terms of missing, no matter of skill on her end would save them they just needed luck, and luckily they had the wind.

She didn't notice Jack's presence next to her until his hand was on her waist, squeezing it. When she looked to the side she saw him looking down at her, sullenly, with that damn jar of dirt still pressed to his chest.

"Good job love." He whispered, though the sadness in his eyes never left. She knew it was from the damage already done to the Pearl and gave nothing back but a small nod as she tightened her grip on the helm, hearing feet approaching.

As she expected, when Elizabeth climbed to the upper deck with Will, Jack's hand slipped from her waist and he took a few steps back from her to oversee the crew.

"She's falling behind!" Elizabeth cheered, already grinning but it was a bit premature in Nicolette's opinion. Of course they were out of range but they couldn't outrun Jones forever. Even with the heart Jack lovingly caressed as they spoke.

"Aye, we've got her!"

"We're the faster?" Will asked, turning to look at Gibbs in disbelief.

"Against the wind the Dutchman beats us, that's how she gets her prey. But with the wind…"

"We've got her advantage." The boy finished, his voice low and thoughtful as he started back out behind the Pearl and at the Dutchman shrinking smaller and smaller into the distance.

"Aye." Gibbs agreed, planting a strong pat to the boys back and when he smiled and stepped out of the way, the man wrapped Elizabeth up in a celebratory embrace. As doubtful as she was, it was uplifting to see the crew with high spirits, especially down below as she could see some hanging off the railing, cheering, and others doing a jig.

"They've given up. Yeaaaah!" Marty called, cheering louder but it rose a red flag for Nic and glancing back, she could indeed confirm that the Dutchman had given up and had dropped canvas already.

Will walked past her with a harsh expression after he had seen the same thing as her and went to Jack's side. "My father is on that ship. If we can outrun her, we can take her. We should turn and fight."

"Why fight when you can negotiate? All one needs is the proper leverage." Jack placed his jar on the ledge of the upper deck and began delicately drumming his fingers against it like he was petting a beloved animal.

Then a sudden jolt bringing the ship to a sudden halt knocked them all. The crew were thrown forward and each man hit the deck with enough fore to bruise them. Elizabeth and Gibbs were forced to grab onto the Pearls side and Nic was thrown forcefully into the helm, crushing her effects against her ribs and reopening the cut on her arm.

She gasped in time with Jack as himself and Will were knocked into the railing and the jar of dirt slipped from his grasp.

The sound of it shattering pierced the air and Jack went running down below before a low rumble began to gargled under the Pearl. Nicolette felt the force of the waves attempting to push the ship as they were held still and frowned, testing the helm would turn before running to the side of the ship. But there was nothing.

"Man the helm." She commanded Gibbs before running down to the main deck where Jack was digging through the scattered dirt, mumbling to himself

"Where is it? Where is the thump thump?" She ignored him and rushed down the deck as men started to shout out.

"We must've hit the reef!" One sailor called from where to stood, hanging from the rope ladder above deck. As she looked up to him, he pointed down at the ocean and Nicolette ran to the railing where she frowned upon seeing the sea water bubbling under the hull.

"No. It's not a reef!" Will called from where she had just been stood and grabbed Elizabeth, pulling her back from the railings. "Get away from the rail!"

"What is it?"

"The Kraken." Nicolette's ears perked as she heard the boys words be called across the entire deck and with wide eyes she turned her eyes back to the waters below, looking for something, anything what would prove him wrong. She knew it had been too easy, she had known Jones wasn't giving up. "To arms!"

There was a moment where she hesitated and fear threatened to overcome her duty. A chill travelled all the way down her spine until her hands started to shake against the wood of the Pearl as she continued to stare down into the below.

"Load the guns, defend the mast!" Gibbs took charge, following the boys advice.

"It'll attack the starboard first, I've seen it before." Will continued as he came down to the main deck and grabbed one of the swords stuck into the small barrel by the stairs. "Roll out the cannons and hold for my signal."

Something in Nicolette's mind clicked as Will made that call. It was like she suddenly awoke and with narrowed eyes, she turned to stare at the boy, following his movements.

Canons. She knew the canons. She had ten years experience of commanding those guns as first mate. And by god the boy needed someone with experience behind him, because as much as he believed himself to be an expert and although pirate blood ran through his veins, he had no knowledge of what the Pearl could do.

"I know these guns. I'll command below." Nic said sternly, unwilling to take no for an answer as she fell into step beside Will, barely making eye contact with him. "I'll await your signal but…" She stopped with Will, looking over at how a couple of the men whined and whimpered as they carried themselves down to the gun deck. "…some of these men…I know how to push them right." Eventually, she smiled weakly as she looked at Will. "You say you've seen this before?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Well then, if you can survive I don't doubt all of us can too." It was a joke, presented to lighten the mood but of course it didn't work, it only caused Will to give the same pathetically weak smile back to her in return.

"Man the guns." He said, looking over to where Elizabeth ran across the deck preparing. "We need to give everything we've got."

And then he left her, hurrying back to his chores and leaving Nicolette to hers. She could already hear the canons being rolled out on the deck below and started towards the open grate in the main deck which would take her down below. But on the way, as she passed by the dark hallow leading to the Captains cabin, a hand reached out from the darkness and wrapped around her wrist to pull her into the space under the stairs.

She gasped and caught the arm but her other hand was caught and before she knew it, her back was pressed against the wall and two hands gripped her upper arms in a vice grip.

"Jack?" She gasped, catching the face of her captor as a beam of light came from between the gap in the stairs, illuminating his eyes. "What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" She cried and tried to slap his hands from her but he just held her tighter.

"We need to go love." His words made her fall still and Nic's face twisted as she took a moment to study him.

"You think I am not aware?" She scoffed.

"No." Jack snapped at her. "We need to go. Me and you. Savvy?" He practically shook her in his hold, his eyes never leaving hers as the realisation started to dawn on her. "The longboat's been dropped. We need to move." He went to pull her with him but she jerked away.

"What-Jack…" Nicolette moved away from Jack in a way she never had before then, squirming so his hands fell from her and she shuffled back. "The Pearl. The crew." As she breathlessly whispered the words to him, she looked out at the deck of the Pearl, busy with life…the lives of the crew, Jack's crew.

"Very soon there ain't gonna be a Pearl darling." Jack stepped into her again, reaching out to try and take her hand gently, but he halted with shock when she recoiled from him once more. "The longboats there Vi, we need to go now."

She looked up at him then, meeting his eyes with a gaze so intense it threatened to burn. Jack's eyes were pleading, they weren't harsh or empty but begging as his fingertips brushed her arm.

"No." She whispered, looking away before his brown orbs worked and she allowed him to lead her away. "No Jack. You can go…but I have a job to do." Nic rooked a step forward but in her attempt to move around Jack without meeting his eye, he managed to grab her around the waist and pull her flush against him. She gasped as her chest was pulled hard against him and felt his hand take her cheek.

"Nic…please..." Jack was searching her eyes, she didn't know what on earth he was looking for, but he seemed to find whatever it was since he nodded and then let her go. "I-" He tried, but the words fell short as she frowned at him, not really knowing how she should feel.

Mainly she felt betrayed and disappointed and everything beyond that was muted.

"Goodbye Jack." Before she could change her mind or watch Jack leave before her, Nicolette stepped out of the shadows and continued on her original path to the gun deck.

She lost track of how many times she stopped on the way, her feet threatening to turn and run after Jack to allow him to take her away from this. But she couldn't. She wouldn't run, she wouldn't leave these men to fight and die on their own when it was a man no longer on the ship that they would be dying for.

However the moment she went below and was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of men prepping the gun and rolling canons across the floor, all thoughts of Jack disappeared.

"Ready lads?" She called strongly, memories of her years as First Mate under Barbossa's command flooding back to her as if she had never been out of the role. The men cheered in reply and she smiled thinking that at least she would be going out how she wanted, fighting. "Hold ready, keep your nerve boys!"

The Pearl shook again and she grabbed hold of the rope railing on the stairs to keep her balance as an eerie silence fell over the Pearl. They could have heard a pin drop, until the creaking started as something began climbing up the Pearl from the outside.

She heard Ragetti whimper and turned her head to see him pointing out of the gun port where a thick tentacle was covering the entire opening, blocking the light and feeling around for life. A breath escaped Nicolette and she looked back up the grate, impatiently awaiting Will signal.

"Easy boys." Will called loudly as the ship began to groan under the creatures pressure.

"Will?" Elizabeth could be heard, fearfully calling out in doubt.

"Steady! Steady."

A couple of the men glanced over at her but she shook her head as a gesture for them to hold steady, though it was easy for her to say, she wasn't sat inches from the Krakens arm.

"Hold. Hold!"

"I think we've held fire long enough!" Pintel yelled, loud enough that Nic did not need to relay the words to Will who was getting pushed from above as well.

"Will!" Elizabeth screamed now, her voice filled with terror, and just as Nicolette was about to make the call herself as the gun deck went dark with the Krakens presence, Will gave the signal.

"Fire!"

"Fire!" Nic yelled and trumped down onto the deck, walking quickly through the pairs of men as the ammunition was released. Each port she walked past had a part of the Kraken covering it making impossible for any of them to miss and one by one the tentacles melted away, bloodied and mangled, back into the ocean.

The crew around her cheered as she smiled and ran back up to the main deck, patting Will on the back as she immediately came face to face with the boy.

"Good job boy." She greeted him, the anger she once felt toward him now a distance memory. However she wasn't greeted in return with quite as much positivity and Will ended up looking past her, towards the open, but still unthreatening ocean.

"It'll be back. We have to get off the ship."

"There's no boats." Elizabeth said as she reached the, and all three of them looked across the where the remaining longboats laid smashed into splinter and boards.

Nicolette took a moment to question herself on whether she should mention Jack's departure and the fact he had taken the only boat which could have saved them. What good would that do however? Where would they get if she just angered them.

She was distracted as Will turned his head, his eyes following a loose barrel of gunpowder rolling across the deck.

"Pull the grates; get all the gunpowder onto the net in the cargo hold." Will spoke mainly to Nicolette and then turned his full attention to Elizabeth, handing her a loaded rifle. "Whatever you do, don't miss."

"As soon as you're clear." She nodded and took the rifle to loop the strap over her arm securely.

Then, as Will walked off, Elizabeth looked at Nicolette with nothing but worry and both women suddenly became aware of the crowds of men, watching the older woman, waiting. They seemed to have noticed Jack's absence, though she assumed it was subconsciously given how no one audibly questioned it, and even as Gibbs saw to the men below in the cargo hold, they turned to her for guidance.

"You heard the boy! Pull the grates!" She yelled so loudly it startled Elizabeth and Nic jumped in to help the men as the grated were pull up from the deck and thrown aside, revealing the netting and gunpowder already being stacked below.

"We are short-stocked on gunpowder. Six barrel!" One of the sailors called up to her and Nicolette rolled her eyes, this never would have happened when she was in change of the gun deck, but leave it to Jack to hire slackers.

"There's only half a dozen kegs of powder." Nicolette shouted across the deck to Will.

"Then load the rum!" His reply come much to quickly and it hurt all of the men who heard it as one by one they fell silent and stopped their chores to look at the young boy. And then, as he easily turned away, they all slowly turned their stare towards Nicolette.

He never said anything about the wine…she could live with the rum going…whether the men would let her was another question altogether. She managed to avoid each contact with any of them and wit their pleading looks beginning to worry her, Nicolette decided that it should be the first mate that should make such a valuable decision.

"Mr Gibbs…" Her voice called below and captured the man who was trying to find any hidden barrels. He looked up at her frowning and with much hesitation she continued. "Load the rum…"

Gibbs, after some hesitation and some tooing and throwing between the men and herself, faced the expecting and unmoving crowd with a grimace.

"Aye, the rum, too! " His face contorted in mourning and the men both above and below deck moaned painfully at their loss as the barrels and bottles of rum, every single one they could find, was loaded into the net.

Pintel and Ragetti were practically weeping, slowing their movements so she patted them each on the back as they passed by her. "Keep it moving." She uttered and then stepped away as she noticed Elizabeth standing by the railings of the Pearl in an apparent daze.

For some reason she was worried about the girl, in particular her stamina and nerve. Nic had lived through, maybe not as critical times but similar ones whereas the girl was still practically just a child and as much as the mere sight of her face boiled her blood beyond explanation…Nic was concerned for her.

"Eliza-" Nicolette started but instantly fell silence when she saw what the girl had spotted amongst the wave. The sigh fell from between her lips, her shoulders sagging as she watched Jack graciously bobbing up and down on the small waves in the one longboat they had been left with.

"Has he always been a coward?" Elizabeth's voice was shaking and quiet as she peeked over her shoulder at the older women, scowling.

"I would like to say no." Was the simple answer she got because in all honestly, Nicolette would like to say no, Jack Sparrow was not a coward but the depressing truth of the fact was that he had definitely had his moments.

A shudder rocked the ship and Nicolette grabbed hold of Elizabeth to stop the girl from toppling overboard, grabbing the riffle that threatened to fall from her shoulder and securing it.

"We don't want you loosing that." She tried to smile and patted the girl on the arm in an attempt to reassure her as the fear crept back into her eyes steadily. When the Pearl shook again, harder this time, instinct kicked in and Nicolette grabbed Elizabeth and pushed the girl behind her as they began to back up from the railing.

"Not good." Marty called and then, ever so slowly, the Kraken's tentacles began to rise above the water over each side of the Pearl. There must had been five, six, maybe more on each side and as they climbs up the hull they bent inwards, pointing towards them.

They grew to a slow stop and were held there, taunting them, and at the same time Elizabeth gave a high pitched gasp the beast attacked.

They had angered it during their first defence and it made the creature strike them with more fury and power than could be put into words. Every visible part of it smashed into the ship at once tearing the hull apart and invading the lower decks.

Without thinking, Nicolette turned and headed below, ignoring the girls screams for her to come back. The moment she her head dipped below the upper deck her face descended into an expression of horror as she saw just how much destruction had already been down and how many of the men were already snapped, broken and dead.

"All hands on deck!" She cried, beginning to push them as they ran past her on the stairs. "Move it you lazy dogs! Move!"

It was like watching your home be raided by thieves, watching the Kraken rip everything from their fixings, bursting through the holds and just…destroying it. The men's screams were sickening, so full of horror and pain. More than half who tried to climb from the hold where they had been helping Will were pulled back down by the Kraken, the thick tentacles either taking their ankle or waist and forcing them from the innards of the ship by any means possible.

"Haul away!" Will cried from below but it fell on deaf ears with her.

"Heave! Heave like you're being paid for it!"

Nicolette felt as though she was falling into a trance as everything happened around her, overwhelming her senses. She wanted to move and help but…the disappointment was still plaguing her and watching something she loved be wrecked beyond repair was too much.

"Mrs Barbossa!" The cry from two voices made her jump and she looked forward just in time to dodge one of the flailing limbs missing her skull by inches and as it hit the side of the stairs, she felt the splinters splash her face.

She was breathless by the time Pintel and a Ragetti reached her, helping her up from where she had slipped down and she was quick to push them up to the main deck ahead of her before the Kraken could attack again. "Go…Move!"


Jack stopped rowing, hearing the groans of his ship growing louder. The masts were being torn down, the hull pretty much see through now what with the damage and he could feel his heart sinking.

What was he doing? From the moment he stepped foot into the boat alone he had been asking himself the same question. What was the point in leaving if the main reason he had thought of running was still back on the ship, fighting for it.

Jack looked back towards the island he was running for and then back at the ship with a grimace. He knew what he wanted but, just to make sure, he pulled the compass from his belt and flicked it open, his eyes becoming unfocused at the decision which split his mind in two.


"I gotcha! I gotcha!" Gibbs screamed over the commotion as he held tight ahold to a sailer who had been lifted a few feet off the ground, a tentacle knotted tightly around his waist.

"Help me!" The man screamed and Nicolette ran with her sword drawn and ready to slice the slimy limb from the man, but before she could get within reach Gibbs lost his grip and the was dragged into the air screaming. Disturbingly, the man screams for help soon turned into pleas for relief as he was shaken and broken. "Shoot me!"

"Heave harder men!" She called as the sight brought raw panic to her bones and her hand began to shake, causing her sword to quiver. Should she have needed to block anything, the weapon would have most likely slipped from her hand like dry sand through the cracks of ones fist.

She didn't feel like she was doing anything, she felt as though she weren't able to do anything. They couldn't fight, they couldn't win, they were completely vulnerable and there was barely anything they could do to try and push the beast back before Will was in place.

The men at the wheel pushed with all their might but it still felt like it wasn't enough. They were screaming, begging to any god listening for their help in moving and fighting. But it seemed none of them were listening as one of the larger tentacles swung through the air before being brought down upon the wheel. The wood was shattered, nothing was left as the men were all thrown in different directions and even those standing close by were thrown to the deck.

The net had been hoisted and had been just where Will had wanted it when it fell due to the hit, but thankfully the rope caught and Will stayed hanging from the large net above the deck, stuffed with cargo.

"Come on! Come and get me! I'm over here. Come on!" Will was swinging his sword to try and get the Krakens attention but as Nicolette watched she couldn't help but think that it was going to be pot luck whether this worked.

The likelihood of the girl shooting and landing a hit was close to none, and for her to take the shot before she was thrown overboard or the beast had taken the cargo to the depth with it was even slimmer.

"Come on!" The Kraken upset the net, disturbing Will's balance and making him slip. For a moment it looked as though he was going to fall until his leg became caught and he ended up hanging upside down from the cocktail of gunpowder and rum.

"Shoot! Elizabeth, shoot!" Through the crowds rushing around her and confusing her orientation, Nicolette spotted the girl trying to take a shot, although she was hesitating as Will was still caught up and trying to cut himself from the ropes.

She tried to make it to her, not too afraid of making the shot herself while Turner was in the way, when a sucker wrapped around Elizabeth's ankle and tugged hard, taking her down before starting to drag her backwards into the Captains cabin.

The riffle was dropped and skidded across the deck which only made Nic try to fight harder through the men who ran around like blind rats, pushing and knocking her in every direction. She had almost reached it, her arm extending to grad the end of the riffle when it was picked up by another sailor in an attempt to protect himself. But, unsurprisingly, it didn't and the man was ripped from the ship and into the air, hitting masts and rails and all sorts as he went.

The breath left Nic's lungs as she realised just how close she had been to where the man had been when he was snatched. But she couldn't linger on that, not with her mind so close to snapping and she followed the limp mass of flesh as he was thrown until the riffle slipped from his hands and pelted through the air, where it landed on the upper deck, right at the top of the stairs.

Nic gasped and started running again, scrabbling along the floor on her hands and knees and up the stairs as the gun remained in her sights. The Krakens hits shook the Pearl and sent her banging into of side of the railings and then into the next as her feet slipped and her hands became splintered with the tight grip she tried to keep to stop herself slipping back down the steps.

Her heart was racing, she was whimpering and screaming and then, as her hand once again reached out for the body of the gun, a foot went over it.

She screamed, enraged and hit the thick leather of the boot with all her might but no matter how much of her anger she put into the hits, it wasn't enough and the foot didn't move.

A closed first punched the deck as Nicolette gave one final scream and looked up, ready to scream bloody murder at whatever idiot was trying to defy her. But when her eyes met the long blue waistcoat, multiple belts filled with trinkets and the tails of a ferret, and the red bandana which covered long ageing dreadlocks, the words got stuck and her mouth fell open without a single squeak emerging.

Jack. Something must have happened. That hit must have landed when she was below deck and she must have knocked her head or been sent to the locker to live in this chaos for the rest of time for he couldn't have been here. She had just seen him rowing away, unfazed.

Her body was frozen, only her eyes shifting as Jack reached down and took the riffle off the floor to lift it level to his eye line. Then as the safety was released, Nicolette snapped her head around in time to see Will cut himself free allowing him to fall from the netting, out of range of the blast.

Jack pulled the trigger and the tiny ball bearing released narrowly hit one of the barrels which was now spilling from the net, blowing them all up in a burst of flames. The bottle exploded one by one as the flames grew and caught them, spreading the blast wider until each of the tentacles was in flames and the beast below was screaming in pain as it slowly recoiled back into the ocean waters.