And so, I found myself alone in a dark old room with two rather loud folks: Captain Alexander Smollett and his now-ghost friend, Billy Bones. The presence of the latter was the one that intimidated me. “How convenient, huh...” - Captain sighed, fumbling in his pockets to find a torch. - “Anybody know what happens now?” “Well...” - I raised my hand. - “we're supposed to go out of here... and find that theatre again. “ “Why's that?” “Dunno. But we should beware of one thing. “ “And what's that, the flood?” - Billy pointed to the exit, the way to which was filling up with ink kinda quickly...