> Wake up, again

[bathymetric]

[Whether you've met an unfortunately end on the SS Swift, or deep in the depths, wrapped in the crushing tentacles of the kraken... You're not there anymore. You also don't seem to be dead. Maybe. It's difficult to tell, seeing as you no longer have any of the injuries you sustained on the ship... But you're also no longer on the ship.

Your eyes awaken to a cloudless sky, and a dry, dry, desert. A weak breeze struggles to blow even the dust from the cracked earth. There isn't a drop of water for miles around.

But what is around... is a ship. About a dozen yards away from where you've awoken is a tall, two-mast galleon, beached on the wastes, listing to the right.

How did it get here? Who knows. How did YOU get here?

Might be questions for a later time, seeing as you're waking up with your murderer.

Welcome to the Locker.]


[Map courtesy of Carmen Sandiego]

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Part 2: dead pirates tell great stories

[heroantagonist]

[In the grand tradition of piracy an accord has been struck via parlay. Of course, parlay doesn't typically happen when one is hanging off the side of another's ship, but the rules are really more like guidelines.

Between the many hands of the dead, they are able to pull the rope up until both captains can flop over the railing.

The captain of the Swift regards you all with the same expression he's always had: barely restrained contempt wrapped in a smile.]

So. It's been a while.

[Just as Jack says that, the ship heaves forward with a mighty splash! In the span of this little conflict, it seems the crabs had finally reached their destination: the sea.

The Queen Alice's Revenge is setting out on her maiden voyage.]

[amightypirate]

[And Guybrush is over here. Laying on the deck, panting and spitting up a good amount of sand.]

Yup... That's my cardio for a while.

[But there's one thing that lifts his spirits like nothing else.]

Hey! We're sailing! [Looks around.] Kind of? Almost? We're floating, at least! But this is great!

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando's leaving the interrogation to the others for now as he checks in on Guybrush. At least he seems to be doing okay!]

We're getting there! I think the crabs must be taking us to the ocean.

[dokkalfheimr]

So it has.

[This is likely going to be greatly annoying.]

I did promise that I would at least hear out what it is you have to say. I cannot guarantee patience or forgiveness on behalf of anyone, however, and it would serve you well to bear that much in mind.

[heroantagonist]

Yeah, yeah. Not my first rodeo, cupcake. You think I haven't been in a room full of people that hated me before?

[Oh boy won't it]

Let me be the first to admit, I had no idea this place was a thing.

[sharddrive]

Too long, really. And let me just apologize for some of the things I said on the Swift. I now TOTALLY get why you'd choose to do the whole radio thing instead of showing that face, Johnny.

[heroantagonist]

Hahaha. As if the radio could probably express how awesome I look.

[Glossing over that Johnny bit...]

Trust me. That's the last time I take some advice to be all "mysterious and hiding in the shadows."

[thisaroma]

Hey—

[ WHOA okay he gets thrown off balance for a second as the ship hits the water... but then he's back and ready to interrupt everyone's conversation and take a swing at Jack's face!!!!!!! ]

This is for what you did to Alice, you bastard!!

[dokkalfheimr]

[...she will, for the record, let anyone who wants to beat the shit out of him.

she said she'd listen. just her. not anyone else.

parlay!!]

[sharddrive]

Get the mask if you can!

[Okay, or this could be happening! He's gonna try to zip around behind Jack, to keep him off-balance if nothing else.]

[guffawsungraciously]

[he is not hooting and hollering

but he's definitely enjoying the show.]

[heroantagonist]

Hey-- Hey! Not the face, I have a career-

[This is most definitely not the first time someone's taken a wild swing at Jack, but the combination of exhaustion and rocking of the boat puts him at a one-in-a-million disadvantage.

Decus gets to punch Jack in his face. He reels back into the railing, clutching at the side of his face where the fist landed.]

Ow! What... Come on!

[hypnowhip]

[Also clapping!! Good job, honey.]

[deathmagnetic]

[ Huh.

So it seemed like Decus could do something he approved of after all. ]

Part... 2.5?

[thekeyofsea]

[ 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?

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando's been working on prepping the ship to set sail on actual water, but he turns when he hears all of this going down.

Gasp...! Wow, she's so pretty.]

Calypso darling! You made it! [Right, introductions.] Oh, goodness, sorry- I'm Sylvando!

[guffawsungraciously]

[









]

You were. All the crabs.

[scouserer]

[For once, Constantine is left...speechless. He stands there and stares at her, holding that locket like a moron.

Eventually, his mouth remembers to move, and the thing that comes out of his mouth is--]

Hi. John Constantine. Question--you're not an apparition sent by LeChuck meant to trick us and cause us to un-die in a horrible way, yes?

[paucipan]

So you're...

[Uh. Holy shit, wow, Plumeria has been kind of keeping out of this because quite frankly, she could care less about Jack. But at the very, very least, Plumeria bows out of respect.]

I am Plumeria. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.

[...face to face, at least.]

[oceangirlfriend]

A-Adeline Merrow. [Adeline somehow manages not to squeak out that last part, simply staring in a mixture of shock and admiration at the woman standing before them.] It's good to meet you, Lady Calypso. Have you...been aware of all that was happening here?

[dokkalfheimr]

Lady Calypso. We are the rather unwilling crew of the Swift, the slightly more willing crew of the...I've forgotten what we named the boat... - ah, of this vessel, in service of our Captain Guybrush Threepwood, and bearing with us our prisoner, Jack.

It's an esteemed pleasure to meet you.

[queceracera]

[.................... No, you know what? Girls can be crabs if they want. That seems perfectly logical to Scott.]

I'm Scott Pilgrim. It's, uh. Nice to meet you, Calypso?

[conceivesfrenzy]

... it's Alice.

[ She seems a little bit hesitant about all this, for whatever reason. ]

What exactly are you doing here, if you're as real as you claim? I don't see why someone like you'd be interested in "saving our souls."

[sharddrive]

...Nice trick.

[Yeah this might as well happen now.]

You know, as for names- let's go with Metal, for now. Went by that for a long time.

[He is not sure he trusts random magic crab lady just yet??]

[thisaroma]

[ .........Huh. Yeah, okay.

With a bow— ]

Decus. Nice to meet you... I think.