You back hastily away from the up raised blade, but to your utter irritation before you've backed more than a couple of steps the heel of your shoe catches a snag on the floor.

Not only does this leave you in a decidedly undignified position falling at Davy Jones' feet, but also the socks you got from Davy's locker fall out of your pocket and unroll themselves across the stone, displaying their brilliantly white skull and crossbones for all to see.

hastily you scramble to your hands and knees, but before you can make a grab for the socks the Buckeneer scoops them up.

"these're mighty fine foot covers, ---- I likes the skull, just like mine garr!"

"well you know, skulls and crossbones, very stilish ----"

"same wool as mine too ---"

You swallow nervously, visions of disembowelment jiggling in your head.

"---- what a coincidence ---"

Davy turns the top of the socks inside out to display a small, white piece of paper pinned to the inner lining.

"---- and the tag as says, property of Davy jones, ---- that be just like mine too. I think, ---"

He steps forward and jabs you in the chest with a calloused thumb, --- -which is actually pretty painful.

"---- I think, you've been in me locker, and you've been pinchin' me socks!"

Davy jones is now standing close enough for You to smell a mixture of sweat and rum rolling of him in waves which only serves to make you more nervous, ---- most odd that your more bothered about him finding out you swiped his socks than when he was just going to kill you.

Abruptly, the pirate's hairy face splits into a huge grin showing a motly collection of teeth which run the gammit from extremely wrotten to solid gold.

"goood! on ya! gaaaaaarrrrr!!!"

The force of his bellow is nearly enough to knock you flying, however the hearty slap on the back finishes that task nicely and you find yourself face down on the cavern floor while above you Davy Jones continues to laugh uproariously.

"And there's me athinkin' people in this day n' age ain't interested in lootin' and pillagin', just not got the guts to be pirates! ---- ha! great to know old larsony ain't dead yet!"

You scramble to your feet, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. After a few moments the pirate captain seems to calm down enough to speak coherently again.

"ya need a reward for this, ---- here! I were told to give this to a venturesome scoundral!"

Reaching into the pockit of his luridly purple trousers, Davy jones produces a small, beautifully calved statue made of something very glittery and seathrough which you strongly suspect to be christal.

Your a litle shocked though when you realize that what you initially thought was an abstract calving is actually a statue of a small, curved shell fish, one you're more used to seeing fried in batter at chinese restaurants or smothered with salod creme and mayonase just before christmas dinner.

"behold!

Davy jones booms, ---- you've gathered that booming is pretty much all he does.

"the prawn of destiny! garr!"

You stare from jones perfectly serious expression (or at least his perfectly serious beerd), to the small glittering statue.

oh well, ---- Prawns presumably have destiny too, albeit that destiny frequently involves the deep fat fryer or the cocktale dish.

You take the statue and stick it in your pockit. If your keeping track, make a note that you've got the prawn of destiny, sinse it's likely to be important.

with a few last cavernous laughs Davy Jones' excuses himself on the basis that he has more robbing and looting to do, and you find yourself oncemore alone in the rocky corridor.

now you can

continue north.

return to the crossroads.

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