> 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

[queceracera]

[.................... No, you know what? Girls can be crabs if they want. That seems perfectly logical to Scott.]

I'm Scott Pilgrim. It's, uh. Nice to meet you, Calypso?

[thekeyofsea]

[ girls can be coins, girls can be crabs... it's fine! ]

Greetings, Scott Pilgrim. You don't seem too inclined towards the water, hm?

[ can she see your perk tree, scott- ]

[queceracera]

Not really, no. I'm pretty good at swimming, but I never took the scuba perks or anything.

[Of course this goddess lady can see his perk tree that seems PERFECTLY normal.]

[thekeyofsea]

[ she can godmod it's in the name it's fine- ]

Then I suggest you hold on tight when the time comes.

[ you know potc lore you know how getting out of the locker works ]

[queceracera]

[STRAP IN LADS, WE'RE GOING TO THE UPSIDEDOWN wait no that's a different canon]

Um, like. Tie myself to the mast kind of hold on tight or?