> 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 shrugs, grinning widely.]

Hey, we never said we were real pirates--just puttin' on the costume, that's all. Doesn't mean we have to follow any guidelines or such.

[dokkalfheimr]

[That seems to amuse her, at any rate.]

My earlier assessment remains: come to Dökkálfheimr sometime, after this is over. I would like to see how you would horribly break my realm in the interest of trying to escape it.

[scouserer]

Oh, gladly. But I will warn you--be prepared to have your realm upended.