> 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

[heroantagonist]

[Finger-snaps at her.]

This one's got it. From what I know, the ritual involves, sacrificing a bunch of people to bring the vault out. You do that, you go in, you get the treasure and everything's all sunshine and roses.

That's why I wanted to kill all of you losers as fast as possible. And don't even get me started on the whole going back in time thing!

[conceivesfrenzy]

Hm. Interesting.

[ Just gonna... file that away... ]

How'd you do that whole loop thing, anyway? I've never seen anything like that.

[heroantagonist]

Yeah, LeChuck told me that's part of the whole ritual thing.

"Turn back time to reveale the something something."

[conceivesfrenzy]

... you don't even remember what the last part of it is? That seems pretty important.

[ ... oh boy. ]

[scouserer]

...I'm guessing the vault was somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle, then.

[He can put two and two together, sometimes!]

By the way, I nipped a glance at that blueprint on your desk a few weeks before. I figure that's how you got us all here, huh? Where'd you get your hands on something like that?

[heroantagonist]

Sure is. Just wish it didn't take us like, a couple frickin months to get into the triangle. Stupid ritual BS.

[Sometimes!]

...Uhhhh, you know? Can't really recall. I've collected a lot of things, you know.

[scouserer]

[Huh! Constantine lets out a snort.]

Oh, of course, since you're too sexy to remember every little piece of loot you happen to pick up.

[He's being sardonic, but there's a chance that'll fly over Jack's head.]