At the bottom of the ocean in the darker parts of the waters – there lies Davey Jones’ Locker; where the treacherous and greedy pirates are doomed to spend eternity. Through the dark murky waters you fall, landing hard on the sandy bottoms of the ocean floor. A way off you see a candle, illuminating three faces. They talk over a game of poker.

“How did you end up ’ere, Tubs?” one pirate says to the dealer.

“The plank, ‘course. Forced off the end by m’ crew, just like I did in me youth. Yourself?”

“Kraken. An’ y’know, I weren’t even meant t’ be there.” He lets out a bitter laugh. “What about you, newbie?”

“Name’s Blackadder, an’ I’d rather not talk ’bout it.”

“Com’on Adder, it’s been an’ gone. Nothin’ to change,” Tibbs laughs, dealing the river onto the table.

“Well,” Blackadder sighs. “I shot meself.”

“Shot yerself? An’ why’s that?”

“To… To get the Dead Man’s Chest.” He looks down, anticipating their laughter, and they do so, falling off their chairs in fits. At this you walk over.