> 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

[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.]

[thekeyofsea]

Plumeria. An interesting name.

[ From the tone that sounds like "good interesting" at least! ]

Likewise.

[paucipan]

[Plumeria will rise after that much, smiling easily.]

Thank you. Lady Freyja bestowed it upon me, and it is a name I wear proudly.

[...]

If I may, Lady Calypso-- [Respectful title time, it seems] What sort of business do you speak of?

[thekeyofsea]

You do the flower proud, I imagine.

[ But speaking of... ]

Ah, yes. I suppose it's about time I told you all. There's a way you can help give your living friends a chance.

[paucipan]

[Aw, shucks. But Plumeria's expression shifts into something more serious at the second bit.]

Any chance we can give those on the other side would be good to take. What would we need to do in order to do so?