SIXTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ It's the same as the other weeks. Two bodies, some time to look, and then Davy Jones comes around to take those of you who are left into the theatre and into the elevator. His expression is dark, difficult to read.

The trip down feels slower than ever. The elevator has gotten so empty, don't you think?

As it reaches its usual destination, the crew of the Dutchman is performing once again. The clouds above have started to darken the once clear tropical waters.

The podiums await you. ]

At yer places! Find who is responsible for all of this!

[ Your numbers can't support many more weeks of this, can they?

Welcome to your sixth trial. ]

Comments

[scouserer]

Please. Risotto at least had half a brain about him--I assume someone trapped him there and he took out his gun to retaliate.

[leaveittomother]

Was he tied to the tracks, then?

[Is this a saturday morning cartoon or something now???]

[magycks]

Data examined the body, as per ush, but I didn't see anything to indicate that.

[leaveittomother]

So he was just... standing there, then? Why?

[magycks]

Oh, I don't think he was upright at the time, but he wasn't trussed up either.

[leaveittomother]

I think him kneeling on the tracks is even more bizarre.