> 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

[guffawsungraciously]

Ah, I see. That makes considerably more sense. Forgive the presumption; I am Sir Jasper of Heliodor.

[He bows slightly but graciously!]

[thekeyofsea]

Greetings, Sir Jasper. I admit, long has it been since I have spoken with a knight.

[guffawsungraciously]

I have gotten the impression that knights are somewhat antiquated in this world... or, well, the worlds of several of my compatriots, at the very least. I would hope it is a pleasure, at the very least.