Here begins PART SIX - The Apocalypse
You wake in a bed that feels like it hasn't been slept in in year. The first thing that meets your eyes in a drawn picture of your boyfriend in a picture frame on a small bedside table. You sit up suddenly. This isn't your quarters in the Kingston!
It takes a couple of seconds for you to realise that you are back in your old flat. The room has been raided - no doubt by the authorities who were looking for you and your boyfriend before you boarded the Kingston.
How could you possibly be here? The last thing you remember is being on the Kingston in uncharted waters. slowly you climb from the bed and get to your feet...

I woke with a start, this bed was too uncomfortable, and sat bolt upright. Where was I? This didn't look like me room on The Kingston. I look around the room and try to get my bearings as to where I am. The room is a mess, it looks like it has been raided. Amongst the mess I notice something face down on the floor near the bed. I reach to pick it up and emotions and memories come flooding back. It is a photoframe with a picture of myself and Nicholas, my boyfriend. I rub my thumb over his face. "What happened to you?" I ask into the air.

The last place I remember being was on the Kingston trying to help the people that had been injured on Devil Island, so what was I doing back here so soon, surely unchartered waters would have been further away?

I start to get up from the bed and suddenly remember something. I move towards the dresser that was on the opposite wall. Everything had been pulled out of it and was in a mess on the floor but that did not bother me, in fact, it made my task easier. I reached towards the back of the dresser (through were the drawer should have been) and felt along the back wall, moving from left to right until my hand touched something cold. Positioning myself so that I have a better angle I move my hand up the cold object until I reach the tape. Then with a swift movement I pull the object away from the wall, move back to the bed and look at it.

"Well Nicholas, you said I might need this someday, I just wish I could have got it sooner, then maybe we would still be together." A small tear escaped down my cheek and I quickly rub it away. Now was the time to be strong.

Standing up I reach for my backpack and place the photoframe inside it, as well as some other bits and pieces I can find amongst the mess on the floor. I tie a belt around my waist and place the knife inside it. Taking a last look back at the room I say to the air "wish me luck Nicholas," then turn and leave, heading towards the Port...

As I was about to unlock the door of the flat, it opened and a woman stood there, looking like she was about to leave.

I smiled at her although was slightly confused.

"Hello," I said politly, "I'm Philipa Frost... I had heard that this flat was empty and was actually thinking about renting it out. I spoke to the land lord and he gave me this key so I could have a look around."

I peered behind her at the room which already had someones belongings in it.

"I'm sorry," I continued, "has there been some sort of mix up? Are you erenting this flat? The landlord said that it hasn't been lived in in months!"

"Err..." I stuttered, "I used to live here, but I had to leave in a hurry a while ago, I'm back now, but I do not know how long for. My name is Emmsi, why don't we go to the local tavern and you can tell me about what has been going on in Port Town for the last couple of months, if you don't mind, it's just that I don't quite know how I got back here, could you help to fill in some of the gaps for me?"

I looked at this woman. She was somewhat strange. How could she not remember how she got here? She didn't look like a drunk... but then in Port Town how could you tell? Most of the people here were drunk.

Still, she intrigued me and I thought that if I helped her in some way, maybe she could help me out later on.

As I scratched my long blonde hair and nodded to Emmsi. "Alright I could spare a little while. To the tavern then. Ye Olde Lamb and Fox is not far from here."

As we walked away I looked at the flat and smiled. that should do perfectly! As lnog as Emmsi did not mind of course.

(continued in Ye Olde Lamb and Fox)

(continued from Olde Lamb and Fox)

I entered the flat that once belonged to Emmsi and her boyfried. I had just stabbed one of the taverns customers with my Blade of Korg. He was no doubt dead. He should not have tried to stop me. I felt strong and pleased with myself.

I walked into the back room and slowly laid out something on the bed. It was a shrine. A shrine to Korg!

I looked at it and smiled. Now there was just one shrine left to be assembled. It wouldn't be long now...

I raised my hands into the air and smiled with joy as the shrine before me began to glow with a red light. I closed my eyes and whispered a small prayer to Captain Korg. When I opened my eyes again the shrine bust into an even brighter light.

The lights burst upwards in a stream which literally smashed through the roof of the flat and into the air. A great, almost defening roar blasted out forcing me to cover my ears!

When the roar died down I looke up at the stream of red light and laughed with joy. I had succesfully completed my tast. I hoped the other shrines were in place.

Knowing that all was going to plan, I left the flat. Now that the beacon had been set, there was no stopping it...