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

[magycks]

Oh, sod off, you absolute divvy.

[ Callbacks! ]

[scouserer]

Sod off yourself, you wanker.

[Wow!! Language!!!!]

[magycks]

Sorry, so busy, can't quite carve out the time right now. Would you like to check back in after the Kraken devours your very soul?

[scouserer]

Shame you couldn't be the one to take action. I was so looking forward to my entrails bein' used for your dark magyks.

[magycks]

Mmhmm, can't say I wouldn't still very much like to claw your heart out of your chest and flush it down the toilet, but here's the thing: I'm not going to make an attempt on the life of anyone in this room, including you, no matter what happens. Filbo was right. I don't plan on sacrificing myself for you losers.

[ This does, maybe, imply that a tiny bit of awareness is percolating through the overwhelming Disney villain rage! Reika was just last week, after all. ]

That's what sentimental fools are for.