The captains smirk sent a little bit of fear down James spine. Kraken? wasn't that just a tale that sailors told when they had a bit much to drink? An hour? James doesn't need an hour. Kraken or not being dumped in deep water means death. James only rolled his eyes at the sailors when they mention sea serpents and what not. Merely old wives tales.  James lays back against the wall, determined to get some rest before Diego comes back. Surprisingly he hasn't gotten sea sick yet. Some water sloshes into his cell. "You know a simple board covering the hole would solve the problem of the leak right?", he tells the two brutes guarding him as he hears footsteps approaching again.