> 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

[thekeyofsea]

[ She laughs. ]

I'm not here to do the work for you, child. But if you have the locket, then aiding you along with saving yourselves will help free Davy Jones, which is my primary concern.

[conceivesfrenzy]

Tch. I figured as much.

[ Goddesses really don't do much, huh. She looks back at the locket that Constantine's got, then back at her. ]

So you're not interested at all. You're only using us to get him out of his situation.

[ ............................ she's trying really, really hard not to think too deeply about that. ]

[thisaroma]

[ ... ]

[thekeyofsea]

That is a way to put it, I suppose. But I am who I am - the sea must be careful before she grants favor, hm?

[ Her expression softens just a touch. ]

Though you all certainly have done well to get this far.

[thisaroma]

[ All we had to do was die though...... ]

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ glances at Decus ]

... I guess.

[ ugggGGggggGGGgggGGGhhh don't make her think about this in front of everyone else! Last time was a nightmare! ]

I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree. I wouldn't exactly call this doing well.