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]

[He carefully approaches, and, after a moment's hesitation, hugs Flayn. He holds her tightly--and, judging from his heart hammering in his chest, not even he's sure what'll happen.

As he pulls away, Flayn might find a piece of paper has been slipped into her pocket.]

You'll be okay.

[cethflayn]

[She notices, but doesn't indicate it. She's not a fool.]

...I shall pray you are okay as well. Make sure to apologize when you see everyone.