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The dawn was dark and silent until a huge noise echoed through the Sea Falcon. Ed woke up startled, his heart racing. He grabbed his scimitars and left the cabin, finding chaos in the corridor. Without hesitation, he brought down his blade on a pirate who appeared in front of him, killing him instantly.
Ed advanced, searching for the sailors, but was surprised by a group of pirates who charged forward with fierce shouts. The fight was intense and violent, the clash of swords echoing through the narrow corridor. Ed moved with the precision and agility of a deadly dancer, his scimitars slicing through the air in a deadly arc.
He blocked a blow from the left, responding with a thrust that pierced the attacker's chest. A pirate tried to attack him from behind, but Ed spun around, cutting him across the throat before the blow could be delivered. The corridor became a arena of blood and steel, with bodies falling with each precise movement of Ed.
Breathing heavily, Ed finally defeated the last pirate. He looked around, trying to process what had happened. He leaned against the wall, feeling the adrenaline beginning to dissipate. But then, his eyes fell upon the bodies lying on the floor. They were not pirates.
Sailors from the Sea Falcon lay dead, their faces contorted in pain and surprise. Horror took over Ed as he realized what he had done. Among the bodies, he saw Peter, cut in half, his empty eyes staring into nothingness.
"No... I didn't..." Ed whispered, feeling the weight of fear and guilt crushing his heart.
The corridor seemed to narrow around him, reality distorting as he looked at the vast and dark sea beyond the deck. With his mind clouded by terror, Ed walked to the edge of the ship, looking at the black ocean below.
Without thinking, he jumped.
The fall seemed endless, the cold of the ocean enveloping his body when he finally hit the water. The darkness was total, suffocating. He struggled to swim, but his limbs didn't respond. He felt trapped, unable to move or scream.
Then, he saw her. A feminine figure emerged from the depths, her pale skin and eyes glowing with a ghostly blue. The Water Demon approached him, her movements graceful and hypnotic. Ed tried to scream, but no sound came out of his mouth.
The demon came close, leaning in for a kiss. When their lips touched, Ed felt a chilling cold pierce through his body. Terror overwhelmed his mind, but he was paralyzed, unable to react.
Suddenly, Ed was thrown out of his bed, waking up with a start. Outside, the sound of the waves had turned into a deafening roar, and the ship was rocking violently. He got up, stumbling, feeling the biting cold of the dawn and hearing the shouts of sailors above.
"A storm!" he muttered to himself, grabbing his scimitars instinctively before running to the deck.
When Ed reached the deck, he was met with a chaotic scene. The night was shrouded in darkness, only illuminated by lightning tearing through the sky, revealing thick, turbulent clouds. The wind howled fiercely, whipping the sails of the Sea Falcon and making the masts creak ominously.
Sailors ran back and forth, trying to hold the ropes and adjust the sails. The rain poured torrentially, making the deck slippery and difficult to stand on. The sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship was deafening, and salty water sprayed everywhere, mixing with the rain.
"Ed, help us with the sails!" shouted Wilde, struggling to hold onto a rope that seemed to want to slip from his hands.
Ed ran to him, grabbing the rope and pulling with all his strength. The wind and rain were relentless, making every movement difficult. The ship rocked violently from side to side, as if battling the very fury of the ocean.
As they fought against the storm, a scream came from the top of the mast. "The Kraken! I saw the Kraken!"
The scream froze everyone's blood on the deck. Ed looked up, where a sailor was desperately pointing towards the dark sea. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the scene, revealing a huge shape beneath the churning waves.
"It can't be…" Ed murmured, feeling a shiver run down his spine. The stories he had heard the previous night came rushing back, and fear began to settle in his heart.
"Stop screaming and help us down here!" roared Basil, the captain, trying to maintain order amidst the chaos.
"We need to control the ship, there's no time for legends!"
But the sailor in the mast continued pointing at the sea, his eyes wide with terror. Ed tried to push away the fear and focused on the task at hand. He and Wilde managed to secure the rope, but the ship continued to be tossed violently by the waves.
Another flash of lightning illuminated the horizon, and this time, Ed saw clearly. Enormous and shapeless tentacles emerged from the depths, moving menacingly. Ed's heart nearly stopped.
"It's the Kraken!" shouted another sailor, this time from the deck. Panic spread rapidly among the crew.
The Sea Falcon seemed to be at the mercy of combined natural and supernatural forces. The waves were liquid mountains rising and falling, tossing the ship up and down, while the rain fell in torrents, making it almost impossible to see a few meters ahead. Lightning streaked across the sky, briefly revealing the monstrous silhouette of the Kraken and the terrified expressions of the sailors.
The Kraken's tentacles were immense, each one capable of destroying an entire section of the ship with a single blow. One tentacle wrapped around the bow of the ship, squeezing with tremendous force, making the wood creak and groan. Another tentacle climbed up the main mast, coiling around it and pulling with such force that it seemed ready to snap the mast in half.
"Hold on!" Basil shouted, trying to maintain control as the ship rocked violently.
"Don't let the ship capsize!"
The sailors struggled desperately to stay on their feet and carry out their tasks. Some tried to cut the tentacles with axes and knives, while others ran to adjust the sails and ropes, trying to keep the Sea Falcon on course. Ed, with his scimitars in hand, tried to move across the slippery deck, looking for a way to help.
Suddenly, one of the tentacles moved quickly and struck the side of the ship, breaking the wood with a deafening crack. A scream of pain and despair came from one of the sailors who was thrown into the sea by the force of the impact. Ed barely had time to dodge another tentacle that came his way, striking the deck and creating a crack that spread rapidly.
The rain continued to fall, mixing with the seawater that already covered the deck. The wind howled, and each flash of lightning revealed the extent of the destruction the Kraken was causing. The waves seemed to grow even larger, threatening to capsize the ship. Ed could see the fear in the sailors' eyes around him, but he also saw the fierce determination to fight until the end.
"We're not going to survive this..." he thought, as a chilling dread ran down his spine.
And then, as suddenly as it began, the Kraken withdrew. The tentacles released the ship, disappearing into the depths of the ocean. The roar of the storm still echoed around, but the monster that had caused so much terror was leaving. The waters began to calm slowly, and the rain lessened in intensity.
The Sea Falcon rocked gently now, debris and pieces of wood floating around. The crew looked out at the sea, stunned and relieved. Basil, still firmly holding the helm, looked at the horizon and then at his men.
"We're alive!" he shouted, his voice resonating with a mix of relief and exhaustion.
"We made it!"
The sailors began to gather, some embracing, others simply falling to their knees, grateful to be alive. Ed, with his scimitars still in hand, looked around, feeling a wave of relief mixed with disbelief. He could hardly believe they had survived the encounter with the Kraken.
"Ed, are you okay?" Wilde asked, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder.
Ed nodded, still trying to catch his breath. "Yes, I... I'm okay. But the ship..."
The state of the Sea Falcon was concerning. The bow was severely damaged, and the main mast was tilted, with several parts of the deck broken or cracked. The sailors began assessing the damage and tending to the injured.
The storm was beginning to dissipate, and the sea was calming down. The clouds were clearing, revealing a starry sky that contrasted sharply with the chaos that had unfolded moments before. The light of the stars and the moon gently illuminated the damaged ship as the crew worked to repair what they could.