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

[leaveittomother]

Oh? That? I think Risotto probably made it and left it behind when he heard me. I knew I didn't poison it and if someone had, well, I was going to die today anyway.

[magycks]

It's always some stupid inconsequential nothing, isn't it?

[ Sigh. ]

Well, have fun. At least you planned ahead.