[ As you interrogate and intimidate your new prisoner/fellow passenger, it's easy to ignore the few crabs left on the deck. They seem mostly concerned with bumping into things, maybe snipping their claws a little at Ex-Captain Jack, usual Weird Magic Crab stuff.

But when John plays that funky music, so to speak, there's a distinct shift in some of them. They start to gather quickly near one end of the ship, quietly forming a pile. and that pile increases. And it rises.

And it takes human form. ]

So... here you all are. The poor souls engaged in the ritual of fire and blood, water and light.

[ The woman who stands before you grins, baring her teeth. ]

We have business, you and I, if you have an interest in saving your souls. But first... who all stands here before Calypso?