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Atma

Tenzarin

> Say "We solved the mystery! lets go home!"

tonyevil81

> Rip open the trap door, storm in swinging your blade and scream "Hell yeah" and stunner the first thing that speaks.

Neddy Seagoon

> Use SPYGLASS with SUN on SHIP to set the whole thing on fire.

Atma

You're determined to remove all traces of this cursed ship. There is nothing left worth saving here. Burn it all down and let God sort it out!

You gather together some of the colored clothing from the butchered men. Using it as a form of crude tinder, you carefully angle your telescope to the sun and steadily focus it into the fabric.

It takes some practice. You're only able to get a wisp of smoke at first. You know you can't give up. You blow gently on anything that seems to be the beginning of a flame.

After what seems like hours, you finally have a small fire. The wood on deck is suitably dry in this arid climate, and before long your flames begin to spread quickly.

As the flames begin to lick at the rigging, you climb overboard and walk to a safe distance. You watch as the ship becomes completely engulfed in flame.

You hear a sizzling. The heat of the blaze begins to melt the ice around the ship, freeing it from its frozen prison. It slowly sinks down into the waters below, far out of sight.

All becomes quiet. You feel better knowing whatever evils were within that ship have been sent to the bottom of the sea.

Suddenly, the ice underneath your feet begins to pulse. A crack appears nearby. The pulses continue and the crack expands further, revealing a frigid pool of water beneath.

You spread your feet and hold steady, gazing into the icy pool.

A woman's face emerges from the inky blue depth of the ocean, startling you.

She is smiling. Her wild hair flows around her in all directions. She never breaks the surface, yet you somehow hear her when she speaks.

"You've done well," she croons in a soft voice, "though I didn't expect you'd burn the ship."

She seems mildly irritated for a moment. "Well, no matter."

"The question we have now is what to do with you?" she grins wickedly. "You did such a good job disposing of the rest of the outsiders. Very impressive work, truly. I felt you cheated a bit by asking for help from that silly Peacock, though. Were you not man enough to complete the task on your own?" she teases.

"No matter. I knew I chose the right man for the job. Do you feel no remorse at all for what you've done?" She looks you up and down, a hint of disgust in her eyes. "I expected as much. Outsiders think of nothing but their own well being. This is how they roused my ire in the first place." Her gentle voice is tempered with anger.

"You had the power to help them, you know. I was right to leave you with free will - it makes the end result all the more satisfying."

She flips around in the water playfully, then settles back into conversation.

"Now then, your reward," she sighs. "I'll let you choose how you die."