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

[cethflayn]

I do not know if it was his shirt in particular. It was discarded nearby.

[scouserer]

Oh, so it wasn't his shirt, necessarily.

[HM....]

But--uh, who would just take off their shirt and leave it on the ground for people to find?

[sivard]

Maybe it was used to clean up a mess and wasn't actually worn?

Mods?

[cethflayn]

Well...maybe it could have been used to wipe the oil off of oneself?

[I had asked in the investigation log, but just to double check, does the shirt seem congruent with the idea that someone might have used it like a towel to clean themselves up?]

[bathymetric]

[ It's hard to tell, unfortunately! ]

[cethflayn]

...It is hard to tell if it was, in my opinion.