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]

Ja, that's what I thought. But can either of you get involved after someone's died? You know, to plant things at the scene of the crime or otherwise make it easier for all of us to get it wrong?

[thekeyofsea]

...

[ That gives him a moment of pause. ]

It's not impossible for me, no. But the Captain, whatever other machinations he may be capable of, is too daft to think of such a plan. And I, being rather disinclined to lie for his sake, will say that neither he nor I meddled in the affairs of this crime.

[scouserer]

Too daft? Really?

[that's the important part of this statement]

[ltcommandroid]

Daft: senseless, stupid, or foolish. Alternately, insane or crazy.

[that was your problem, right?]

[scouserer]

I fucking know what daft means, I'm fucking British.

[jibunwo]

Britannian.

[He's just being contrary for the sake of it now. You're welcome, Magica.]

[heroantagonist]

Ha! It be hard to imagine, I'm sure, but it's the truth! Jack was too foolish to think of meddling, and as for yours truly... I prefer to get straight to the whole 'stabbing you to death' thing. Not so much all of this roundabout stuff.

[scythegun]

Thank you, Mr. Jones. I was just checking. I wanted to make sure we were working with all the correct information!