> 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

[scouserer]

[Constantine nods.]

Better get good at aimin', then. Our souls depend on it.

[thisaroma]

I'm probably not who you want aiming anything, in that case...

[ Half of his attacks are just spinning around like a sword tornado, precision is not really his thing. ]

[hypnowhip]

[Did someone say...cannon fire.]

Hehe, I bet Guy darling and I can handle that!

[thisaroma]

Oh, good!

[scouserer]

Fantastic!

[maybe they can be the ones to aim the hedgehog]

[hypnowhip]

[Shard's gonna go fast outta that cannon.]

[paucipan]

[Oh, that's excellent to hear.]

We'll be counting on the both of you to make sure your aim is true, then. I'm certain you two will do wonderful.

[Y'all can do it!! She believes, okay.]

[hypnowhip]

Thanks, honey! We'll do our best!

[This'll be funny if, in my canonblindness, Guybrush is actually not good with this.]