Vic was up at first light, and he began to yell for his men to do the same. "Aye, boys! Up and at 'em! Let us prepare to dock." Those who didn't respond to his loud command got kicked with medium force in the sides. "Wake up, you lazy bastards." The men were mumbling, trying to shake the sleep off as they rose from their cots. Vic was in high spirits, dashing around the ship and gathering what they were taking with them onto the island. Stolen goods, fruits from other areas, fine jewelry, and weaponry all made the pirates a fair amount of profit.

Vic climbed up to the crow's nest and spotted the green island on the horizon. "Land ahead, boys!" he shouted and made his way back down onto the deck. The men were scrambling to get everything in order so that the boat could dock at the port. Vic walked over to the French doors, knocked first, and entered the room slowly. He spoke quietly, which amplified he gravely texture of his voice. "Good morning, Miss Rohan. Time to rise. We shall be arriving shortly." He turned back around an exited the room, joining the crew to make the last few preparations. 

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Everyone left the boat filled with pure excitement and relief. Victor had a smile that was ear to ear as his eyes absorbed the landscape in front of him - lush, green trees, clear blue water, birds flying overhead. If he absolutely had to be landlocked somewhere, it would be on the beautiful Isla Imorda. It had no real government, no strict list of laws to follow, and best of all, people from all walks of life were welcomed. Criminals, thieves, prostitutes, and [i]pirates[/i] ruled the island. "Alright, boys!" he exclaimed. "To the inn!"

The crew carried what they could through a downtown area that consisted of mostly taverns and markets. Street vendors sold jewelry, fabrics, and other goods. Everyone said their hellos as they walked down the long strip, but soon enough, they all started to hoot and holler when they arrived to a tall, gloomy structure that stuck out like a sore thumb. Vic sighed in relief when he laid his eyes on it, and the men nearly trampled one another as they poured inside the building. Vic turned to Alice and put a hand on her shoulder. "I must warn you, this place is about at grimey and criminal as you would imagine. Keep your head up, and don't let the women get to you. They can be sort of... unwelcoming to outsiders. If anyone bothers you, they shall have to face me, aye?" He removed his hand from her delicate shoulder and gave her a reassuring nudge as he headed for the door. 

The first to greet him was an older woman who wore intricate jewelry, a head wrap, and a pink shade on her lips. "Oh, Victor! Oh, it's just been too long. The ladies were starting to ask about you, thinking you must have sunk with the Black Star."
He embraced the woman, kissing her on the cheek. "Madam Blue, you sure are a sight for sore eyes. Truly a delight to see you. And no, that bloody ship has yet to kill me," he said with a sincere smile. "Although, I do have a new one for you!" He turned his back to her and lifted his shirt, revealing a deep, 5 inch scar running down the right side of his back.
"Goodness, boy. Every time I see you, I'm surprised you're still breathing." Madam Blue examined the scar before he pulled the white shirt back down. 
"Well, this is Alice. A guest that will be accompanying us during our stay. She can sew, if needed. Could you draw a bath for her? The lovely lady has been surrounded by these scoundrels for far too long." His eyes shot to Alice quickly and nodded, as if to tell her to trust the woman. He had known her for the full decade he spent on the sea, and they had a deep, mutual love and respect for each other. 
"Certainly. Lyla! Rosa! Come take this poor girl to the wash room and prepare her a warm bath." Two women scurried towards Alice to guide her to the facilities. 

As Alice left with the scantily dressed women, Vic scooted closer to Madam Blue and spoke in a murmur. "Please keep an eye on the lass. She's not privy to our ways - doesn't have a thick skin to her. A pure soul. She's probably scared half to death."
The plump Madam Blue rubbed one of his shoulders and nodded. "Of course, Victor. A pure soul in Imorda? Hell has frozen over!" she exclaimed as she laughed. "Let us get you a drink and a proper meal, yeah?" She took his arm as she began to walk him towards the bar.
"Dear god, Blue, that sounds delightful," he said sincerely as he rubbed the woman's hand that gripped his bicep.