A/N: Well it's been so long, weeks and weeks since I last updated. But I feel no guilt b/c I'm not letting down any1. Just my close friends, but they know how busy and sleep deprived I am. Between soccer, school, and homework, I have no time. Just a heads up, this chapter is really gory and emo. So if ur squeamish or something, beware. I have had this chapter in my head for weeks so finally at long last it's on paper! Eat your hearts out my friends; it tastes all the sweeter when you haven't had ur fix in weeks.

P.S. There is a lot of profanity in this chapter too. (smirk).

Chapter 6

The night went strangely after we returned to our ships floating in the dark and empty cove. Most of the crew on the Black Pearl was absolutely ecstatic to be bunking next to a rum runner. Rum + Pirates Crazy Party.

So the boys were bouncing off the walls that night. Gunshots, music, laughter, and drunken stunts filled the night and the early morning. My crew and Jack's crew mingled, hopping from one ship to the other to hang out and join in the pleasure.

I will get drunk (it would be pretty ironic if I didn't) and I will admit that I've done some stupid things under the influence, but I know my limit. On the other hand, you've got Jack who's been in a drunken stupor for the majority of his whole life. When he's drunk, he so Jack-ish that I can't even explain it.

Anyways, during our party, some of the crew members decided to play, Let's Jump Off of the Crow's Nest and Dive Into the Water. Hmm, I wonder how you play? Nevertheless, I wasn't too tipsy when I noticed my sailors scampering up the Black Pearl's mast. I was talking to Will at the time, who was one of the only ones who remained sane that night.

"Dammit! What the hell are they doing?" I asked Will, who was slowly sipping some of my rum.

"I think they're diving." He confirmed my suspicions.

"Hey is my crew up there?" I yelled across the gap to Toby who was in the mob of people that had gathered around the wooden pole, watching and egging the men on as they climbed.

"Cleveland's up there." Toby informed me over the hooting of the pirates.

This was pissing me off, there was no way I was gonna let my crew kill themselves doing stupid things like this. Honestly, they were a bunch of children, and if I had not been there, most of them wouldn't be around.

"Hold my rum." I handed the half emptied bottle to Will who was watching the men goof off at the top. I was just waiting for Cleveland to fall. He was the always the trouble maker, and constantly questioned my authority. He had long brown hair and ice blue eyes, and always wore a mischievous smirk on his tanned face whenever I was yelling at him. He was the showoff, the one who begged for attention, and this stunt was the best way he could come up with to accomplish that.

"Cleveland!" I shrilly yelled at him, like a mother catching her child playing in the dirt, "I'm gonna bust a cap in your ass if you jump off!"

Cleveland, knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop him, and feeling the other men's eyes on him didn't back down, "Oh, but mother, I just wanted to have some fun!" He mocked me.

"That's an order!"

"Go on Cleveland, show er' what 'er made of. Unless ye be afraid of the she devil's wrath?" Gibbs laughed, tung hanging out and holding three bottles of rum.

"You got money to pay for that?" I asked him with authority.

He just scowled at me.

"Come and get me, lassie!" Cleveland yelled down to me.

I felt rage boil in my blood, how dare that idiotic moron call me that! It was Captain, nothing else, this was open disrespect. I had never tolerated being hooted at or stereotyped by mycrew! I was the one who gave them their pay checks, they were the ones who obeyed me, no questions asked.

"That's it, Toby, hold this!" I ordered my first mate to keep my sword and pistol safe, "When I get up there Cleveland, you won't be sailing under my colors anymore!" I threatened. Cleveland ignored me, dancing around on the thin rope, acting all frightened and worried.

I threw myself onto the mast and started to climb up the stakes hammered into the side. This was being watched by both crews. Jack Sparrow was sitting up there with Cleveland, his feet hanging over the side of the bird's nest. Obviously he had passed out in the barrel. I had almost reached the top when Cleveland stood over me, his feet close to my hands. Instantly I realized my mistake. How could I have missed all the warning signs?

Cleveland looked at me with that same smirk, only now it was mixed with ambition and power. Oh shit, ran through my mind like a hundred times. Realizing I was probably in the worst spot possible, and had no weapons I asked him, "So Cleveland, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. Running a ship's a big responsibility." I played out the only card I had left.

"Indeed it is. But Rummy, you did have a good run. I'm so sorry it had to end like this." He was done playing games, I only wondered if he had planned this all along, or if it was just an opportune moment.

"But a ship is no place for a woman. Every second under your command, was a waste of my time. I should have knocked you up and taken over from the start. That's what I would have done if it weren't for you're muscle man." He showed his true, sinister nature.

My hands were beginning to sweat, I knew, one kick in the face from him and I would crash to the deck, my body crumpling as my vertebrae snapped. This was the end for me.

"That would be too easy, though." Cleveland continued, "And anyways if I just kicked you off, there would be no way the crew would follow me. I know there are loyalists in there still, so how 'bout we settle this equally." He offered.

"Fine." I saw him reach out with his hand. He held it up to me, offering it as if everything was alright. But something wasn't right, he wanted to have a fair fight in the Crow's Nest so that way he could claim that he won the Jade Chalice fairly, but there was an even more fool proofed way.

As I grabbed onto his hand, I felt him start to help me up, but then his grip loosened. Cleveland was going to stage this as an accident. To counter this, I dug my nails into his wrists, holding on tightly and pulling him foreword, out of the crow's nest. He managed to release his hands from mine and push me backwards. I tottered precariously on the rungs, feeling only air behind me. Time seemed to flow like molasses, my boots began to lose their grip and I could feel myself falling.

Cleveland had a triumphant smile on his lips and pleasantly looked at my wide eyed expression. I was going down; I felt the thrill in the pit of my stomach and knew there was nothing to keep me from dropping. Cleveland's face would be the last thing I would see, his smirk my last memory.

A whoosh zoomed past me, I felt wind blow past my face, and I saw it all. Cleveland's eyes were looking at me, and then grew white. I felt a hot, sticky liquid spill onto my face and Cleveland's body get jerked to the side. Blood came pouring out of his mouth as if he were a gargoyle. Flecks of white hit me and I saw the side of his head buckle in. Before anything registered in my mind, a rope dangled in front of me as if it were sent by an angel. As I grabbed it, the cord ripped and burned through my skin. I held onto it tightly, swinging around the mast. The safety line was slowing my fall. As I slid down the rope, I took one last amazed gaze at Cleveland's harpooned head.

My body tumbled to the ground, rolling across the hard, dirty wood. I lay on my back for a second, trying to sort through what had just happened. My memory replayed the part where the sharp speared tip of the harpoon easily pierced the side of Cleveland's head as if it were a grape. Brain matter and scull had hung out of his head like spaghetti. The next person I saw was Toby; he helped me up because I was unstable on my feet.

"Toby, did you do that?" I asked seeing his relieved expression as he nodded.

"That was too close." He commented, "Here, I'll tell the crew to return back to our ship. Why don't you sit down."

He gathered all the men up and herded them back, they all remained silent, seeing one of their fellow sailor's head's pinned to the mast.

After a few minutes, I regained my composure. I wasn't weak, I've seen things just as bad before, it's just I was a little shocked at coming so close to death and all. I also felt stupid for being tricked into coming up there and falling for Cleveland's trap.

Toby found me in my cabin later that night/morning? It was already starting to grow light, and most of the crew had gotten no sleep that night. I groaned, this would be fantastic; most of my crew had hangovers, so we would be very short on man power.

"Hey Toby." I greeted my friend, he seemed to not be as tired as the rest of us, "I really appreciate you taking care of the crew and Cleveland for me."

"No problem," He sat down, "It was the least I could do. Are you all right?" He asked concerned.

"Yeah," I replied defensively, "It's not like I'm gonna let that get to me."

"Are you sure, you don't have to keep your walls up all the time. I never know what your feeling." He sighed, his broad shoulders slackened.

"Yes I do, look what happened today! I should have seen this coming. I never sensed anything disturbingly wrong with Cleveland. Sure he was an ass, but…" I trailed off bitterly.

"Rummy, you're taking this too personally. Just give it some time and you'll feel better." He tried to reassure me, that's what he did. He was the one person that always was there for me. I had no family that could substitute for his concern.

"I don't know what I'd do without you Toby. Just because I'm a woman, everyone automatically stereotypes me as a weak person. I have to constantly prove them wrong, it never ends." I rubbed my hands across my face exasperated.

"I know, we've been friends ever since I can remember. But you need to get some rest now. I'll stay at the helm for awhile okay?" He compromised.

"Yeah, see you in the morning." I told Toby.

I pretty much fell on my bed, exhausted. Sleep was a wonderful thing, more precious than gold, but even harder to find. Thank God for Toby, if he hadn't of….

I awoke on the cold, hard floor. Sleep still fogged my mind, where am I, what happened? For about a minute, the momentary memory loss had me confused. What time was it? I rubbed my eyes, trying to see straight. Were those voices or something? I could hear faint yelling through the walls.

An ear splitting explosion startled me. One second I was standing, the next I was thrown against the small walls of my cabin. I cracked my head on the floor and felt a concentrated pain burst at the spot. Wood flew everywhere and water spurted up through the wood. I looked on dumbfoundedly at the sun shining merrily at the ocean. Why was there a hole in the wall?

I shook my head, trying to make sense of the situation; water had already risen to my waste, all I knew was I needed to get to the deck. I climbed the stairs two at a time and threw open the wooden hatch. Udder chaos ensued. My crew was running around madly, loading cannons, carrying guns and weapons, or just fleeing for their lives from the huge grey tentacles that were butchering them.

I saw one man running to the side of the boat, about to jump off when he was lifted straight off the ground by a fleshy tendril and ripped apart. His legs landed beside me, oh my God!

Panic, fear, terror, they all were raging inside me. I pulled my sword out on instinct but felt it was as much useful as a toothpick. The mast had already fallen, and debris was hailing down onto the boat. I had no idea what to do? How do you fight something like this?

Looking around me and calling for Toby, I ran up to where the men were loading the cannon. "How many cannon's are being loaded?" I asked over the loud screaming.

"All of them Captain!" One responded, he was young, fear in his eyes. He seemed barely older than seventeen. So much time left, I couldn't let my men die this way.

"Have you seen Toby?" I asked.

"He was here." The boy responded, "But then ran down below decks to get more ammo."

"Okay, where's the Black Pearl? Signal to her to get them to come over here and help us out!" I ordered.

I left them and ran back down to find Toby. It was too dangerous to be below the decks, he could easily get trapped and drown.

"Toby!" I yelled, my voice echoing around the empty room. I was soaked, ocean water sprayed up at me from a crack in the side of the ship. The old wood groaned under the pressure. Shit! Shit! Shit! I approached the armory room with the supplies but it was empty, the vessel tossed me from one side to the next, rocking from one extreme to the other.

"Toby! Are you here!" I cried with desperation in my voice.

"Rummy!" I heard Toby's voice from behind me, he was soaked as well, his dark hair clung to his neck and around his ears. My fear was reflected in his eyes too.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you." He spoke out of breath, "Come on, the ship can't take this, that thing is gonna bring us down!"

"Right, did you call to the Black Pearl for help?" I asked.

"Yes, several times, she hasn't come back."

We sloshed through the white water, climbing up the stairs. A shudder shook the craft and I actually saw iron bolts flying out under the force of the water.

"Hurry!" I yelled, we ran up the stairs as fast as humanly possible. The wood broke and I heard the rushing sound of water behind us. It bubbled up quickly at our feet. Toby threw open the trap door and we struggled out into the open.

I could see that things were not going good up here. The tentacles flailed and smashed into the deck creating large crevices. The ship was totaled, nobody had stayed at the cannons, they had either bailed or had been taken by the monster.

The ship started to tip over, something was weighing it down, I found out what. The head of the sea creature had emerged to the surface and now wrapped all its arms around the ship, pulling it down.

Its beak clicked mechanically (It should have a beak, not teeth as in the movie, hmph!) The white, round eyes had no lids, this seemed to give it a cross-eyed and stupid look.

Toby and I slid toward it, a tentacles came toward us, one of my arms grabbed onto the broken and splintered stump of the mast and the other onto Toby's hand. The pink suctions moved across the wood toward us, they were as big as a man's face and looked alien.

I heard Toby scream, it had wrapped it's tendril around his foot.

"Toby!" I yelled, feeling his hand slip out of mine. His grey eyes were wide with alarm.

"Hold on, don't let go!" I pushed myself to the limit, I could feel my muscles being stretched, that creature was not going to have my best friend!

Water washed over the Jade Chalice. It was sinking quickly, I had to let go of the mast or else I would get dragged down by the ship and the Kraken. My fingers were ripped off of it as me and Toby were dragged under water. He was still being grasped by the sea creature, which swiftly began to propel itself downward into the ocean.

No! I thought, Toby! Bubbles swirled around me as we twisted in the water. Toby looked up at me, dejectedly. His eyes had immense sadness to them as he pulled my hand from his.

I tried to hold on, but he pushed me off, I could feel myself being pushed back to the surface. Toby's body was dragged down into the dark and forbidding sea. His face had so much fear in it, and the water made his skin look deftly pale, a haunting image. He slowly grew smaller and smaller, the Kraken taking him down.

I don't know if it's possible to cry underwater, but that's what it felt like. I was so disoriented and spun around that I had no idea how to reach the surface, not like I actually wanted to. At this point, I was happy to just die; I didn't want to face the pain of seeing Toby being dragged down again. I didn't want to grieve. I was only faintly aware of the spiky and tight feeling in my chest, lungs running out of air.

Bursting out the carbon dioxide in me, I felt the sea rush in, energy left me, it seemed as if I was gonna get my wish. Blackness began clouding my vision, purple splotches enveloped me. My body was a rock, sinking. I could have easily made it to the surface…

A/N!Yay! I actually finished it. So, is she dead, is Toby dead? How the hell should I know! I am going to try really hard to update sooner. Chinchillas are friends not furs! Soylent Green is people. Made out of real soy and lentils! Now available in red, yellow, and green!

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