FINAL INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. You've made landfall.

The ship arrives at the shore of the island early in the morning, suddenly grinding to a halt for the first time in weeks. A ramp is lowered directly onto the beach, and The Captain almost immediately hops down it, laughing the whole while as he does. Jones stands on the ship, not following, and The Captain addresses you:

"Don't take too long! We have business in that lighthouse, you and I."

Without another word, The Captain heads towards a path on the beach that heads lighthouse-ward, but not before turning back again.

"And Jones! Head to your ship and ready the crew for when this is over."

Jones seems... not quite content to do this, whatever it is, but after a minute or so for any last conversation, he vanishes into a wall.

With both of your captors no longer on board, the ship is quiet. Its engines are stalled, the journey over. If you wish to survive the day, you're going to have to go onto that island and face The Captain once and for all.

But first... there are some areas you definitely haven't explored yet! If you're going to go in with all the information you need, might be time to take advantage of this situation...

Comments

[bathymetric]

[ There's not a whole lot out here in the open - the stage is pretty bare today, but... there's stage left and stage right, if you've wanted to peek behind the curtain and head backstage! ]

[scythegun]

[Stage left it is! He isn't even going to bother asking his companions, he's just going. So how are things looking back here?]

[bathymetric]

[ Stage Left will take you to an old prop room, Yeager! The props are dusty, but the room is well-stocked, if you were the performing sort.

Less dusty and actually lit by a light in the ceiling are the chair and table over at the other end of the room ]

[scythegun]

[There's probably something to be said here about how every day of his life is an act of some sort, but anyway!! Since all those props are dusty, they clearly aren't important. Anything else to note about them as he heads over to the table and chair?

And speaking of those, what's going on back here?]

[bathymetric]

[ There's certainly no cause to go digging through them without a reason! There's a lot of junk in here.

But the table and chair do look decently used, compared to the dust in the rest of the room. And there's a book on the table! ]

[scythegun]

[Hmm! What kind of book is this? Is it already open to a specific page? Yeager's absolutely going to skim through it for anything important, so what all do we have to find here?]

[bathymetric]

[ Before you sits an old, leather-bound volume: The Code of the Brethren Court: Being a Code of Conduct for Business and Ship-Bound Life Set Down By the Pirate Lords Morgan and Bartholomew, Transcribed From The Pirata Codex By An Anonymous Listener Present At Its Inscription.

It’s a really intimidating volume… luckily there’s a bookmark partway through! ]

[scythegun]

[This probably would've been a great way to pass the time if he'd been able to get his hands on it earlier... Oh well. At least there's a bookmark!! Thanks, Davy Jones. So what was our resident squidman looking at here?]

[bathymetric]

[ F in the chat for Yeager, dead of boredom, time for a regular trial...

Well, which do you want to focus on first - the page itself or the note written on the bookmark? ]

[sivard]

[Well, Yeager's going to the left, so Zaveid will head right.]

[bathymetric]

[ That'll take you to... a bedroom! It was clearly not originally a bedroom - probably it was more something like a dressing room - but now there's a bed and a desk and a few other assorted fun things!

The strong smell of salt and wood in the air tells you who this room probably belongs to. ]

[sivard]

[...Huh.]

Guess we know where he spent at least some of time.

[Okay, well... he's going to take a look at the bed, because while Zaveid is an earth spirit, he does still need some amount of sleep.

Does it look slept in? Untouched? Is it perhaps not a bed at all but a very realistic painting of one?]

[cethflayn]

Oh, dear. The Captain made him sleep back here?

[sivard]

Seems that way.

[cethflayn]

But it is so small - like a closet! How cruel...especially compared to that whole setup the Captain has.

[sivard]

...It's like Jack said to Jones back when this crap first started. "I own you". Jones is supposed to be a captain, he wouldn't be here willingly.

[cethflayn]

True...but it is still cruel.

[bathymetric]

[ Perhaps luckily, this bed looks as though it has not been slept in for a long time. ]

[sivard]

[Yeah, that's about what he expected, given Jones' availability.

Does it look like it's covered in dust?]

[bathymetric]

[ Yeah, that's about the state of it.

There are, however, a few slightly less dusty empty bottles on it. ]

[sivard]

[...Weird.

What kind of bottles are they? He probably wouldn't understand what particular medications are, but he'd at least be able to recognize them as such.]

cw alcohol

[bathymetric]

[ They're not medication! Well. From a technical point of view.

Davy Jones may be part-fish, but apparently he still gets thirsty. These are some bottles from the bar. Not an unreasonable number or anything, given the amount of time you've been here, but still. ]

[cethflayn]

[Hey so while Zaveid does that stuff what is there here for a small girl and a psychic doll to find]

[bathymetric]

[ Well, there's the makeshift desk by the dressing room mirror? ]

[cethflayn]

[She and Emily are on it!

Anything immediately on the desk or do we get to snoop in the drawers?]