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

[jibunwo]

Sara did find those glass shards wrapped in a towel, but...why just those shards? Why clean up any at all?

[scouserer]

Have you tried picking glass shards off your own body with your bare hands?

[jibunwo]

I can't say the situation's ever presented itself, no.

[onlyyoucan]

So you think that was just what got on the culprit? Then why not drop them there?

[conceivesfrenzy]

I mean, glass would stick in the towel, right? Would you want to pick the glass off of that?

[scythegun]

A check certainly would have caught them, and it's likely that they didn't want to risk dragging glass back to their room. So that much seems to make sense.