> 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]

You could always stand at the bow and call out anything that might be happening. After all, wouldn't want to be caught by surprise by LeChuck or Davy, yeah? Not to mention needin' to load up the cannons and such.....

[Lots of moving parts on a ship like this!]

[leaveittomother]

A look out? I suppose I can do that. If nothing else I can handle a lot at once.

[She's not going to lug cannonballs around. She's a noodle.]

[scouserer]

[Maybe if she kicks them across the deck...no that'd be a horrible idea actually]

[leaveittomother]

[Make Alice kick them.]

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ WOW!!!!!!! ]

[leaveittomother]

[DO SOMETHINGS WITH YOUR LIFE]