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

[scouserer]

Well, I've gone and broken that trust, as you can see.

[He spreads his arms, taking a mock bow.]

I suppose your next question would be why, but I'll stop you before you even ask. It's because I'm a selfish bastard who only cares about himself, of course.

[jibunwo]

Honestly? I wasn't going to ask. It was only a matter of time before I just went out and shot someone this week myself.

[scouserer]

[Constantine snorts. His fingers idly fiddle with his sleeve.]

Good.

[jibunwo]

I do hope you at least have a 'step two' in this plan of yours. I actually quite liked Jasper, so this had better be worth it.