章 6: Chapter 6: The Kraken's Wrath
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The wind howled across the deck of the Flying Dutchman as the ship sailed relentlessly toward its target. The cursed crew moved with purpose, their grotesque forms illuminated by the faint light of the moon that struggled to break through the thick clouds. Davy Jones stood at the helm, his eyes locked on the horizon, where the outline of Edward Weevil's fleet began to take shape.
Weevil had made a name for himself as a brutal force on the Grand Line, claiming to be the son of Whitebeard and wielding power that could rival the strongest pirates. His fleet was known for its sheer destructive capability, and it was this notoriety that made him the perfect target for Davy Jones's declaration of power.
As the Dutchman drew closer, Jones's mind was sharp, calculating. Weevil would not be an easy opponent, but Jones had faced down mightier foes in his time. He was no stranger to battle, and now, in this strange new world, he had an unmatched arsenal—chief among them, the Kraken.
"Cap'n," the first mate rumbled, breaking the tense silence. "We're within striking distance. The men are ready."
Jones nodded, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the enemy fleet. Weevil's ships were formidable, large and heavily armed, with crews that had seen more than their share of battles. But they had never faced the likes of the Flying Dutchman.
"Signal the attack," Jones ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "Let's show them what it means to cross Davy Jones."
The order was relayed, and the Dutchman's crew sprang into action. Cannons were readied, and the cursed ship began to pick up speed, slicing through the waves with deadly intent. The eerie glow of the ship's ghostly lights flickered across the water, casting an ominous reflection as the Dutchman bore down on Weevil's fleet.
As the first of Weevil's ships came within range, Jones raised his clawed hand, signalling the attack. The Dutchman's cannons roared to life, sending a barrage of cannonballs crashing into the enemy vessel. Wood splintered and exploded as the ship was torn apart, its crew thrown into chaos by the sudden and brutal assault.
Weevil's fleet responded quickly, cannons firing back at the Dutchman, but their shots were wild and unfocused. The cursed ship moved with a speed and agility that defied its size, weaving between the incoming fire with unnatural grace. The Dutchman's crew, seasoned in the art of naval warfare, returned fire with precision, each shot finding its mark and causing devastating damage to Weevil's ships.
But the real terror was yet to come.
Jones felt the Kraken stirring beneath the waves, its monstrous form coiled and ready. He reached out with his mind, calling to the beast, and the sea responded. The water churned and boiled as if something massive was rising from the depths.
Then, with a roar that echoed across the ocean, the Kraken emerged.
Weevil's crew froze in terror as the colossal tentacles broke the surface, writhing and lashing out with unimaginable force. The Kraken's immense body was a shadowy, nightmarish presence in the water, its eyes glowing with a malevolent intelligence as it zeroed in on Weevil's flagship.
With a single, devastating strike, the Kraken wrapped its tentacles around the massive ship, lifting it out of the water as if it weighed nothing. The ship groaned under the pressure, wood splintering and cracking as the beast began to crush it in its grip.
On the deck of his ship, Edward Weevil roared in fury, his eyes blazing with a mix of rage and fear. The massive pirate swung his weapon—a giant, spiked club—at the Kraken's tentacles, trying to free his ship from its grasp. But the beast was relentless, tightening its hold until the ship was on the verge of collapse.
Weevil leapt from the deck, aiming to strike at the heart of the Kraken, but as he soared through the air, Jones made his move. In a blur of movement, the Flying Dutchman closed the distance, and Jones himself appeared on Weevil's ship, blocking the pirate's path with a flash of his blade.
The two clashed with a thunderous impact, the force of their blows sending shockwaves through the air. Weevil was strong, far stronger than any man Jones had faced in recent memory, but Jones fought with the fury of the cursed, his every strike precise and deadly.
The battle raged across the deck of the crumbling ship, with Weevil's crew desperately trying to fend off the Kraken's attacks while their captain duelled with the Devil of the Seas. But it was clear that the tide had turned against them. The Dutchman's crew swarmed over the remaining ships, cutting down any who dared to resist, while the Kraken continued its relentless assault, dragging ship after ship down into the depths.
Finally, with a powerful thrust, Jones drove his blade through Weevil's defence, sending the massive pirate crashing to the deck. Weevil's eyes widened in shock as Jones loomed over him, the cursed captain's form was towering and fearsome.
"This is the end for you, Edward Weevil," Jones growled, his voice cold as the grave. "Remember this moment in the depths, for it is the last you will ever know."
With a final, decisive strike, Jones ended Weevil's life, the force of the blow sending a shudder through the remains of the ship. The Kraken, sensing the victory, released its hold, letting the shattered vessel sink into the abyss, taking Weevil's lifeless body with it.
The battle was over. The sea was littered with the wreckage of Weevil's fleet, the once-proud ships now little more than drifting debris. The Flying Dutchman sailed through the aftermath, its cursed crew victorious and unscathed.
Jones stood at the prow of the ship, his eyes scanning the horizon as the last remnants of the battle faded into the distance. He had made his statement—Weevil was no more, and the world would know that Davy Jones was a force to be reckoned with.
But as the Dutchman sailed away from the scene of the battle, Jones's thoughts turned to the future. The pirates would fear him, that much was certain, but the Marines were another matter entirely. They were relentless and organized, and they would not be deterred by the defeat of a single pirate.
As the Dutchman cut through the waves, heading toward the open sea, Jones knew that his next challenge was already on the horizon. The World Government would not let this victory go unanswered.
And when they came for him, he would be ready.
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