> 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

[amightypirate]

A ship! I call dibs!

[Says the lanky young man currently sprinting towards the galleon, stumbling and slowing as he passes the newly dead, eventually coming to a stop.

Ah, barnacles. He can't just ignore that.]

Uhh, everyone else is welcome on board... whatever ship this is.

[sharddrive]

Call it the HMS Screw The Desert.

[Good question though, if he looks over the ship's hull can he spot a name anywhere?]

[amightypirate]

I'll add it to the list.

[There's a list now?]

[oceangirlfriend]

... and who might you be?

[amightypirate]

Me? Oh. [He fiddles with his beard.] Must've gotten carried away.

I'm Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate™. And you're all... kidnapped?

[oceangirlfriend]

Indeed. We were suddenly transported onto a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, under the command of someone who calls himself "Captain."

[amightypirate]

Yup, that sure does sound like the last place I was in.

Small world, huh? Sailing through the Caribbean with the captain and Davy Jones's undead crew wasn't exactly my idea of a pleasure cruise either.

[oceangirlfriend]

Unfortunately small. [A pause.] Did you have anyone else trapped on the ship with you?

[amightypirate]

Of course! There was Davy Jones, and...

[...]

Uh, a guy called The Captain was there. He was...

[...]

I've got this coconut I found... From somewhere?

[He says, producing a whole, intact coconut from some part of his pants.]

[oceangirlfriend]

[Adeline's tail flicks slightly behind her in annoyance.] You don't remember anybody else? And...do you recall any instances of time repeating, while on that ship?

[amightypirate]

It's funny, I feel like I can remember almost everything that matters. But the details are more sketchy than I'm used to.

Time repeating... Like, a deja vu?

[oceangirlfriend]

Not merely deja vu. Having complete memories of what happened before, but having returned to the time and location you set out at. With the ship back in order as it was before.

[sharddrive]

Pardon.

[oceangirlfriend]

...right, you wouldn't know. The day after the trial, we woke up, and the dates on our devices said it was December 31 once more. The ship had also been returned to its original form in some ways, though a new section had also opened up.

[sharddrive]

...I am the wrong hog to deal with this nonsense.

[Where's Silver when you need him.]

[oceangirlfriend]

[...]

You can think of a "right" hog for this sort of thing?

[sharddrive]

Yeah. Sort of gray-silver spines. Telekinetic. Said he came from some kind of bad-spooky future he was trying to save.

[oceangirlfriend]

I see. Though it still sounds slightly different from the sort of time loop we appear to be going through. [It could be faked! Though that'd still take a lot of energy.]

[amightypirate]

...Huh.

Hey, that sounds kinda like deja vu!

[sharddrive]

That is not deja vu.

[oceangirlfriend]

[...] It was only the dates that changed, though. Everything else ensued quite differently.