SEVENTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ After a while, Davy Jones comes and collects you all again. It's a much quicker trip than he's ever had to take for you all before. You all fit so easily into the elevator in the theatre now, don't you?

As he plays the song that takes you down, even Jones seems tired. But the elevator certainly isn't, moving just as dramatically into the depths of the ship as it ever has. You now know all the floors it passes on its trip down to the trial room, don't you?

And none of you even know that this is your last ride down. The end is coming. But that's for later, and not quite yet for all of you.

The crew of the Dutchman is... different, somehow, this week. There are more figures aboard, and they're all singing, well. Maybe Scott was right, that first week. ]

Ye know what to do, passengers.

[ Jones moves to the wall to look out at his ship, scowling.

The podiums are waiting.

Welcome to your seventh trial.

Comments

[scythegun]

Oh, don't look at me like that, I didn't kill Jasper.

[sivard]

I don't think you did.

[But this is bad, okay!!]

[scythegun]

I know how it looks, but this isn't something I'm willing to do.

[sivard]

All right.

[It kinda sounds like a horrific injury to him.]

[magycks]

You could at least tell us whether or not it's something gross.

[scythegun]

I'm not particularly interested in discussing it either.

[magycks]

Ooh, disgusting and compromising? I'm just going to run wild with this until we learn better, I hope you realize.

[scythegun]

Feel free. As long as we vote correctly, I really don't care what you think of me.

[magycks]

How does your parasitic twin feel about it?

[scythegun]

Absolutely dreadful, I'm sure.