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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Main Deck of [i]the Bellona[/i] – Port of Tortuga Docks
[color=66CDAA]“She had the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and it took only her laugh to realize that beauty was the least of her.”[/color] 
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	Sirena leaned her head back with a sigh, relishing for a moment the feel of the sun’s warmth on her skin. Such simple pleasures she had come to appreciate after a life of captivity. Her blue-eyed gaze looked beyond the port of Tortuga out at the open sea, a place that was devoid of the stench of civilization. Oh, how the horizon and the adventures it promised called to her. But she would have to be patient, as other more important business had to be tended to. 

	Her hand lightly skimmed the wooden deck railing as she leisurely turned around upon Harlianne’s call. She glided across the deck and over to her captain, as a small relaxed smile graced her features. It was ironic really that a pirate could have such eloquence. But for Sirena, it was just a habit that she had built long before piracy was even a fleeting thought to her.

	[color=66CDAA]“Indeed,”[/color] she replied as she walked up alongside Harlianne. [color=66CDAA]“I am curious to see if the men will need a little more convincing. A crew of women does have a certain appeal to it though. It will make it sting more when we crush those who dare stand in our way.”[/color] The corner of her mouth pulled up into a sly smirk as she looked over at her friend and now her captain. She turned to face Harlianne fully when she was addressed more specifically. 

	[color=66CDAA]“Ah, the Frenchman Édouard Riviere,”[/color] she stated. Her smirk grew a little, and there was a wicked gleam to her eyes as she remembered her last “encounter” with the man. She had successfully lured Édouard in, getting him to let his guard down and take her straight to his quarters. But instead of getting his heart’s desires, he got a swift bottle of rum to the head. It knocked the man clean out, allowing her to steal his scroll and switch it out with a fake right under his nose. This certainly was one of her finer works, and the end results ultimately made the painstaking process of flirting with the obnoxious man all worthwhile. She wondered how much, if any, of that night the man actually remembers. She would have to tread carefully, as always. [color=66CDAA]“This shall prove interesting,”[/color] she remarked deviously.

	Sirena decided to get this matter dealt with sooner rather than later. There was a strong chance that Édouard Riviere could be found at Twelve Daggers Tavern, so she headed in that direction as she departed from the Bellona. Fortunately, it was not a far walk to take on foot. Her hand rested on the hilt of her cutlass as she walked through the streets of Tortuga, an island known for being notoriously dangerous. She remained vigilant and prepared to defend herself if the need arose. For her to be attacked would be fortunate indeed—that is for those who would dare cross her. After all, she was no damsel in distress. She took a deep breath as the Twelve Daggers Tavern came into view, letting any tension in her demeanor drain from her as she exhaled. As she pushed through the tavern doors, there was a confident smirk on her face and gleam to her beautiful blue eyes.