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

[cethflayn]

...

[Closes her eyes. Breathes in.

Would these be about similar to the stubs she found outside the photo lab?]

[scouserer]

[They would, yes.

Constantine does not look at Flayn.]

[cethflayn]

[Breathes out.]

Look at me, John Constantine.

[scouserer]

[Constantine does not turn.]

Usin' my full name. My, my. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were tryin' to be me mum.

[cethflayn]

Will you tell us what happened? Truthfully, of your own volition? Because I meant what I said before - I did not want to believe you guilty from such an obvious piece of evidence.