FIFTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ It's not terribly long, once everything has been found, before Davy Jones heads out to round you all up once more and take you into the theatre. At least plenty of you are around the same area, so it probably doesn't take terribly long.

The ride down to the trial room is the same as ever - a blast of the organ, a slow descent. It's really starting to become clear, though, just how your numbers are decreasing. You're already down three, counting the absence of Chloe, potentially more when you come back up.

The crew of the Dutchman is singing as Jones lets you out into the trial room. ]

To business, passengers. I am about if you need guidance.

[ The circle of podiums is less populated than ever. So many of you are islands now, so to speak.

The song dies down, the waters quiet.

Welcome to your fifth trial.. ]

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[scythegun]

[Yeager's been quiet for awhile, just thinking through all of this. He sighs once that confession's out there and shakes his head.]

I'm sorry, Freyja. Both that such a thing happened to begin with, and for what we're going to do next.

[He's not the sort to give speeches about maintaining hope and all that, Zelouch over there and Filbo have that covered anyway. But it looks like we've reached the finale, and so it's time to say our goodbyes.]

For what it's worth, I'll miss you.