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I'd say, are you sure New Orleans is the right place?

But where else are you gonna find tasteful decor like that?

The symbol isn't poppin' up on any database.

Good news is, neither are entire towns being gobbled up by plants.

So whatever Mila's up to, she's keeping it close to the vest for now.

Oko was the god of harvests.

Yemeja is water.

She's definitely keeping with the environmental theme.

Whatever she's up to,

this symbol has something to do with it.

Yaya said it was an answer to my question.

Wait, what was your question?

Uh--

Sorry.

Oh! Don't do that!

"Mystic Voodoo Museum and Emporium."

Whoa, hold on!

Slow your roll, Smash and Grab.

Look.

Hmm.

Have you looked at the symbology text in the Library?

Yes, nada.

Have you tried…

Good night, Zip.

We'll know more in a few hours.

Can't save the world if you don't live in it.

You know, when we were at uni, I thought you'd grow out of this.

What, fun?

Yeah. I don't know.

I guess I thought life beats everyone down eventually.

I should have known better.

Whoo!

Mmm.

Welcome!

Welcome to the Mystic Voodoo Museum and Emporium,

my good friends.

I am Chartreuse.

Please, enter and explore

my cave of wonder!

What's all the iron for?

Oh, it's to ward off evil.

But do not fear, my good friends.

Evil cannot cross a doorway crowned in iron.

That is a fact.

Come, come! This way.

Take a journey

to the birth of voodoo.

Hundreds of years ago,

African slaves were forced across the Middle Passage.

Very terrible.

And brought to New Orleans

to work in our lively markets and thriving plantations.

But as one particular ship returned,

fat with rich African treasures and idols,

it was pulled down to the bottom of the sea

by a creature said to be of enormous size

and godlike strength.

And as the ship broke across the depths,

its haul was scattered along the sand,

unleashing all manner of dangerous voodoo across the city

that haunts us still.

Ugh! What horseshit.

-Beg your pardon? -Voodoo isn't dangerous.

It's a belief in spirits being connected.

It says we all live in the great cosmic Africa as one.

It's the opposite of evil and dangerous.

Who is this?

Ah!

The Lord of Crossroads.

He dwells between the livin' and the dead.

It is said, without Papa Legba,

nothin' can come into bein'.

Papa Legba?

The slaves would have called him Eshu.

With one look, he could turn you into a chicken.

He once urinated on a tree, and the entire forest died.

He is the god of evil

and the bringer of death.

But don't worry. There is a protection salve

made of elk horn sugar and manglia leaves in the gift shop.

-Huh? Ooh! -Uh--

Why would the god of crossroads need to be feared?

Because he's the only spirit who can steal

from both humans and gods alike.

He is insidious, dangerous.

Hey, this is all just to sell you trinkets and voodoo dolls, okay?

-To make us feel different. -Wh… ah…

Hold on! Uh, I'll take over from here.

Gah!

Ponzi-swindling snake oil salesman!

I don't know, LC.

I find it hard to believe your answer is in there.

Me too.

But even the most absurd legends start from a truth.

But which part is true?

Can we think over beignets?

Ooh! And gumbo.

Huh. What exactly is a muffuletta?

Oh!

Why are you following us?

Who do you work for?

Uh… uh…

The god almighty.

Lara, what are you doing?

This man's been following us since we got here.

Huh!

And I'd like to know why.

Here, take what I got. I'm sorry.

Lara, oh my God.

You're so embarrassing.

Start talking.

You promised me a drink.

Whiskey straight, please.

Uh… hurricane, please.

Heavy on the passion fruit.

My kind of guy.

What is that symbol?

Uh… wh… where?

On your chest.

Oh, a birthmark.

It gives me… what do you call it?

Edge.

Thank you for noticing. Mmm.

Look, everyone comes to New Orleans to find something.

A life they can't have back home.

A looseness their mama would spank them for.

But you, uh-uh.

You've come for the mystery of New Orleans.

I can tell.

Treasure hunters, right?

Marauders of relics.

Burglars of bones.

Oh my God.

-Why does everyone keep saying we're-- -Yeah.

Treasure hunters. Big time.

I can tell.

Your keen interest was easily spotted, mon frères.

Whenever Chartreuse the Obtuse

talks up the shipwreck in his little museum play,

someone always walks out looking for scuba lessons.

Yeah, well, Lara already knows how to scuba.

Ooh! Fancy folk.

The point is, Treusy thinks it's all fun and ticket sales.

But irony is, he's right.

There's a whole lot of loot down there,

just waiting for someone crazy enough

to believe Treusy enough to believe me.

-Believe you about what? -Ah…

Where it is.

Mm-hmm. Then why haven't you gotten it yourself?

I'm more of a middleman, sassy-frass.

Wet feet and dirty hands are for chumps.

What do you know about the loot?

Hmm.

That wasn't just a slave ship

that was sunk out in those waters.

No, ma'am.

It was the ship carrying the great Oba Banjoko himself.

The good king of the rivers.

You know, they even named the ship after him,

after they burned his kingdom to the ground

and loaded up their hull with his treasures.

It was the final spit in the face.

Oba Banjoko was the colloquial name of a French slave ship

operating around the 1700s called the Africaine.

What happened to it?

It looks like it left the African coast for New Orleans and never made it.

And was never found.

Treusy thinks it was full of voodoo stuff.

But it was treasure.

Bread,

dough, scratch.

Lolly!

-Lolly! -Yeah!

Whoo!

Hey!

One thing Treusy does get right

is the great sea beast

that dragged it down,

down, down.

A great sea beast?

Oh, an echo!

Look, I'm a simple man with an irrational fear of dark water.

One I share with most people, by the way.

Nobody's got the ovaries to go after the treasure.

And those that have…

That's what you're waiting for, right?

Money in return for the location.

Money is a construct.

I want five hurricanes,

a hotel for the week,

and a new pair of shoes.

-Um… -Done.

Hmm.

Caillou Bay.

-Zip. -Got it. Mappin' it now.

Lara, what's happening?

He has the symbol.

Yeah, also a drinking problem.

Maybe he'll lead us to exactly what we need.

Aw.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Yeah, okay. Check.

Loud and clear.

If we see any signs of Fig or Mila up here, we'll let you know.

And watch out for the sea beast.

Huh. I will never doubt a drunk hobo again.

I wonder if he came on a ship like this.

-Who? -Whoever it was.

The first Zip who stepped foot in America.

You don't know where your family's from?

In elementary school, they had Heritage Day.

Bring food, do a report on what country your family came from.

All my friends were excited to bring their bratwurst and their garlic naan.

I told my mom I was sick that day

so I wouldn't have to go.

I mean, eh, it'd be nice to visit where the fam's from.

Mmm, but, um… I just don't know where to visit.

Seriously?

Go away, woman.

Lara! Get out the water!

Oh my God. Lara!

Lara!

This really does help.

So Mila is finding and taking Orisha masks.

She kills the Orisha to gain its power.

So she has Oko's plants,

and the water mask is safe with sexy Yemeja lady.

She clearly wants whatever this power is too.

So whoever these masks belong to,

they're in danger.

Pretty sure it's Ibeji.

The look of surprise cuts deep.

Here.

Ibeji.

You heard of Castor and Pollux,

Romulus and Remus,

Saints Cosmas and Damian?

The medieval physicians.

All twins.

Bingo. Cosmas and Damian were twin healers.

They traveled across the Holy Land and Europe

during some of the worst plagues and wars in history.

If I'm right, and we know the odds there,

I think all these twins from legend were actually Taiwo and Kehinde,

the Orisha Ibeji.

So Mila wants the power to heal?

If Taiwo and Kehinde were actually Cosmas and Damian,

they were executed for heresy in the Roman prefect of Cilicia in Turkey.

I don't get it.

So Ibeji are already dead?

Who's dead?

Uh… how'd he get in there?

Hey, tiny man.

Clearly the brains of the operation and the sharpest.

Nice suit.

Finally. The hobo gets it.

You find the loot?

I mentioned the 30% finder's fee, right?

Orisha.

Interesting course of study.

My father loved these stories.

Hey! Ibeji, the healers.

Interesting fact. Unlike other Orisha,

they are not tied to a tribe of people, no.

They go wherever they are needed.

Goodie-la-dee-dah-two-shoes.

Orisha masks are made of meteorites.

Comets orbit the sun.

Technically, they don't do that.

Seriously.

Where's the haul, ladies? Treusy's mad, but he's not crazy.

What? The sea beast take it?

Where did you find that?

On the ship, just like you said.

No. The ship had treasure.

Ivory, relics, the… that…

Why was that there?

Where's the other one?

It's gone.

You know who this belongs to.

The symbol on your chest.

I saw it in a vision.

Yemeja told me it would lead to answers.

You are an Orisha.

Who does this mask belong to?

Taiwo.

My sister.

Then Taiwo's twin is in danger.

Do you know where she is?

Taiwo will know.

So Yemi told you about me, eh?

That's sweet. She must like you.

Or really, really hate you.

Why is that?

Because I am the trickster extraordinaire!

The messenger for humanity.

The warrior spirit.

Papa Legba, hey!

All-around important person.

You get the drift. You're welcome for knowing me.

Thank you. Tips appreciated.

I…

…am… Eshu.

The bringer of death.