[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=goldenrod]Dr. Jonathan Baynard[/color][/b][/h2]
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[/center][hr][color=goldenrod]Location:[/color]Port of Tortuga[hr][hr]

Jon was hoisted to his feet. The movement brought fresh blood and fresh pain to all his bruises and aching bones. At one point his battered knee nearly gave way. After a small cough the doctor brought himself to stand tall. His left eye was swollen half shut, undoubtably black and blue. As his head settled he caught up on the situation. His price was low which was good, but seemingly this made him a good deal for the newcomer. 

Jon looked to both interested parties, careful to show no recollection towards Millicent. He tried to judge her reaction to his price. Was she carrying that much? Did she even have that much? Would she even spend it on him? 
Sure he was worth a lot back home, but they were far away from the comfort and safeties of England. 

Jon had his wedding ring hidden away in a secret pocket on the inside of his jacket, wrapped in parchment. He considered telling Millicent about it. It was no cheap thing after all and surely it could aid in his bartering. The thought of selling it twisted a sickening knot in his stomach that threatened to crawl up out of his throat. 
Using that feeling he had one more card to play. 
He had little dignity left, paraded around in chains as he was. Why try to hold onto it now?

He sucks on a loose tooth gathering the blood in his mouth. Lurching forward and leaning over he coughs it out and begins his best display of dry reaching. He has to curl down so his hands can cup his mouth. It's then, under the concealment of his other hand, hidden by his hair and head, he shoves a finger down his throat and  lets all the horrid feelings, fears and worries within come rushing out of his mouth. 

The first time was forced. The second came naturally. Unfortunately due to his near empty stomach it wasn't nearly as theatrical as he might of hoped. A sweat almost instantly took his skin as his knees shook under his own weight. He truly began to feel sick. 

He dropped to the floor. Hopefully dropping his value and the interest of the other pirate. "[color=goldenrod]Arghh...[/color]" he moans from the floor. "[color=goldenrod]Someone get me to a healer.[/color]" He pleads with a raspy cough while fighting off a smile.