> 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

[hellahighwater]

[ Oh. Oh, hey, that’s.

Voice a little tight, Chloe chokes out: ] Yeah. Uh— Yeah, I think I would.

[paucipan]

[oh no, chloe...

plumeria has never been a...sister she guesses, before in her life (that's triandra's field of expertise for better or worse), but. do you need a second, or maybe a hand...]

[hellahighwater]

[ yeah, a hand would be absolutely helpful, right now.

She's grinning like mad, despite being choked up, so. This is a good thing! ]

[paucipan]

[Then a hand you'll get, sis; a supportive grip on your shoulder. Plumeria absolutely gets it, okay, and you're not alone.]