Map Room                                               -      N      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      -      -

A sole lamp flickers weakly as it struggles to illuminate the room.  Its
glow highlights the fine silver inlay of the oak table that dominates this
space.  On the table is a brittle map, penned in the maritime tradition. 
The rest of the room is soaked in seawater though there are no apparent
breaches in the cabin walls or floor.  The watermark stops oddly defining a
sharp line across the floor at the foot of the doorway.  The mysterious
flooding that once filled this room from floor to ceiling has left the
hopelessly blank faces of wall maps with only faint bruises of ink.  
The creaking of aged leather and bones herald the presence of a skeletal pirate.
'If we are doomed to set him on fire every night, then we should be doomed to have matches that work every night.' a skeleton crew member says. 'Hey, who are you?'