THIRD TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ Once all the needed information has been pulled from the PARTY ZONE and nearby echelons, Davy Jones once again does his rounds to collect everyone and bring them to the theatre. ]

You are all familiar with this procedure by now, step quickly!

[ And with the blast of the organ, down the elevator starts to go, into the bowels of the ship below. Things darken and then, as before, you hear a song from the crew of the Dutchman drifting predatory below. ]

Take yer places, all of ye.

[ The circle of podiums remains, two more podiums rusted over and aged. Jones takes his place, meanwhile, looking out the window at the sea.

The shanty dies down, and the atmosphere darkens.

Welcome to your third trial. ]

Comments

[ltcommandroid]

It seems quite likely that he was seated, if he was working with crafting supplies.

[leaveittomother]

That also is likely, yes.

[onlyyoucan]

So he must have been sitting and they grabbed and attacked him, then put him where they could drop the chandelier on him.

[leaveittomother]

Though, I have to wonder: was there any blood where he was supposedly sitting? Such a stab would would likely leave traces.