> 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]

Comments

[amightypirate]

[Guybrush is remarkably wound free!! He's a hearty lad.]

So we're one step closer to getting out of here! Perfect!

[He stands up, dusting his jacket off.]

Not sure if those crabs will be able to get us much father, but that's why you've got an experienced man of the seas on your hands! I think it's time to get this ship in gear, mister Sylvando!

[hypnowhip]

I like the way you think! [He giggles.] Lead the way, Captain Threepwood! I'll help wherever you need me.

[Two seafarers are better than one and all that?!]

[amightypirate]

Absolutely, Sylvando! Prepare to raise anchor! Prep the mainsails! And make sure we don't hit any crabs!

[Just two guys being pirate dudes.]