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]

[Constantine instinctively flinches back at the sigh of the knife slicing across Jack's throat--but in an instant, his attitude turns around.]

I bloody knew it!

[jibunwo]

Well--yes, but I didn't think it would actually work--

[ahelpingpaw]

She just had to get close to him one way or another. It just...had to happen.

[Filbo has no doubts she would have killed them all if that was what it took as long as she managed to reach Jack when he lowered his guard. That it worked is a surprise altogether]