gotraptured | > Wake up, again

> Wake up, again

[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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[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?

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[ it's fine, she seems used to this reaction ]

I can assure you I am entirely real, Mister Constantine. There's not a man who ever sailed the sea could fake the magic of the locket I myself gave Davy Jones.

Just Constantine's fine, thanks.

[A pause.]

So that's why he gave me this--to summon you, I suppose. Reckon you could help us out with findin' a way out of the locker.

...Did you ever happen to speak to any of us through dreams, by the way? Or was that all LeChuck?

Indeed, I imagine that was his aim. To place you here, and await the seventh trial. He must be fond of you.

[ She said, in a voice that indicates she is also incredibly fond of him. ]

No. I spoke briefly through your ritual, but it was interfered with.

That one really was you?

Apart from a few statements that might have been useful to you, yes.

Well, good to know my advances weren't lost on him.

[Wait, should...he be saying this to Calypso? Uh. Nevermind. He clears his throat.]

At least the seance did something. Glad to finally be meetin' you face-to-face.