> 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

[bathymetric]

[ Oh no! The crab doesn't actually try to pinch him - it looks like it's making a futile attempt to open it! ]

[scouserer]

[Oh, good. Constantine is so used to things being aggressive to him....

Anyways, he stares down at the crab, and then...after putting two and two together, prys open the locket?]

[bathymetric]

[ It, thankfully, is not damaged! In fact, it plays...

Well, an unsurprising song, perhaps.

And elsewhere on the deck, something changes. ]

[scouserer]

[Constantine frowns at the song being played, but...uh, obviously, that has an effect on the ship! He scrambles up onto his feet--but not before carefully scooping up the crab in his hands. Just in case.]