Chapter 3 - Revelations

Bay and Hazel are thrown off balance by the force of the water, while Sky, quick on her feet, grabs a chair to shield herself from the deluge.

The dining room is drenched, and amidst the wet chaos, Sky notices the captain's pistol lying on the floor. However, its efficacy may be compromised by the water. The crazed captain laughs maniacally as he starts to rise from the tabletop.

Sky remains the sole mouse standing in the room.

The skeletal captain slowly rises, his bony form towering, but realizing he's at a disadvantage against Sky, he begrudgingly agrees to talk for the time being.

"Arr, ye should know me only desire in life has been the glint of precious treasure, me heartie. I've navigated the vast seas, braving tempests and battling foes, all in pursuit of that gleaming treasure. But not every trove be a worthy prize, and I found meself cursed. This Mr. Filmon, with his sorceries and strange dealings, offered to lift the curse for a king's ransom. Yet, it's naught but a deceiving illusion, a cruel jest upon me skeletal frame. - But mark me words, this manor hides its own riches, and that scallywag Filmon keeps 'em from me grasp! WITHHOLDING TREASURE FROM ME!"

The captain's tone grows more fervent and incensed as he delves into the topic of treasure. His obsession becomes palpable, and there's a hint of potential violence should the conversation persist along this course.

Reading the captain's intentions proves challenging, given his skeletal visage. Yet, certain traits become discernible. The captain, in his eerie skeletal form, showcases a moral compass swayed by avarice. His unrestrained pursuit of treasure leads him down a path of moral ambiguity, willing to traverse any waters and resort to any deed for the allure of riches. Madness has taken root in his bones, rendering him unpredictable, though not entirely impervious to rationale. While not inherently driven to inflict harm without purpose, his actions are guided more by personal pursuits—be it the quest for treasure or retribution against perceived wrongs.

"Arrr, I've been combing through the library's tomes, but not a clue about the treasure's secret has crossed me path. It's gotta be here, stashed away by that cunning Mr. Filmon. The scallywag's probably keeping it all for himself. He's always lurkin' 'round this manor. Whether rustlin' up trouble in his office, or wanderin' like a lost soul in his beloved courtyard, I know not."

"The tale of the lost lad be of no concern to me; me only interest lies in the treasure tucked away in these walls"

With a sinister grin, the captain gazes at his spell tablet, still intact and not fully expended. His eye sockets fix on the trio before him, and he utters, "Aye, I've got a plan. If he aims to withhold my heart's desire, then I'll snatch away what he holds dear." Slowly, he starts moving toward the door, eyeing the mice with caution, making sure not to expose his back to them.

The captain shouts "Aye, this very manor, me heartie!"

The door to Mr. Filmon's office is locked.

Bay steps back and charges at the door, slamming her shoulder into it. The old door bursts open, leaving a mouse-shaped hole for the others to enter. However, Bay topples to the ground, wincing as her shoulder bears the brunt of the impact.