[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/tznya388f/strange.png[/img][hr][img]https://a.dilcdn.com/bl/wp-content/uploads/sites/25/2015/05/Captain-Jack-Things-1.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@Dark Light][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 1:00 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][@FantasyChic] -

	Millicent's belongings have been sent onto her room at [i]the Faithful Bride.[/i] It's one of the more popular taverns in Tortuga, but it is hardly any exception to the general awfulness of the island. Its constructed from timbers taken from wrecked ships and the roof leaks. There's a general smell of marine life (read: fish) to it, but it's a step up from sleeping in the jungle of the island. It isn't a great distance from the docks if she wishes to see to her rooms instantly, but there are other sights to see in Tortuga, and surely her possessions will be safe. 

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	The [i]Bellona[/i] isn't the only ship looking for a few hands, of course, and a few men come by, eyeing the slaves for purchase. There's a bit of a pattern going on, where the men will come by and take a look, act like they aren't interested, leave, and return just a few minutes later with another person. There's some muttering and grunting, and a few of the men even come up to Jon and the others, poking and pinching to get an idea for the muscle. Seems Jon's "employers" had forgotten to lather them up with oil, in order to make the muscles a bit shinier, as no one seems to be buying. Whether that is good or bad is yet to be seen, of course...
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#0099cc]Harlianne James[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/056365d4bdae592f226e141749c1f15b/tumblr_inline_ndn8aw9MHC1qm0wjz.gif[/img][hr][color=#0099cc][b]Location[/b][/color]: Main Deck of [i]the Bellona[/i] - Port of Tortuga Docks[/center][hr][hr]	Harlianne chuckled to herself, shaking her head. Despite Sirena and Anna both having encounters with the mysterious Édouard Riviere, Harlianne had never bumped into him. She had a knack for just missing the man, leaving or arriving with an almost divine like timing. On some levels, she couldn't help but be disappointed. While Sirena and Anna could go on and on about the man, all she knew of him were the tales. She was curious to see if the man was the [i]legend[/i] he was made out to be. 

	[color=0099cc]"An all female crew...That'd be a sight,"[/color] Harlianne murmured to herself, leaning up against a post. She could see the other ships at the dock, a few of them displaying their wares--both goods and people. She never liked the business of slavery, figuring that if someone was going to serve on a crew, they ought to want to do it. Anything else seemed stupid and moronic to her, practically asking for a mutiny. She whistled slightly to herself, liking the idea of an all female crew the more she thought of it. In her experience, women tended to be the fiercest fighters and the best mates to have. 

	Holding up her flask of rum, Harlianne gave a silent toast to Blackbeard, one of the finest role models for piracy there ever was. Calico Jack may have been her captain, but she had no illusions about him. He wasn't any better than the rest of them and he didn't always keep to the code. To Harlianne, that was the duty of every captain--to keep to the code. 

	It'd be a bit until Sirena and Anna returned, she figured, giving her plenty of time to work out a heading. She headed over to the Captain's Quarters and took out her map, journal, and compass. Returning to the main deck of the ship, as she hardly felt like letting her stolen vessel be stolen from her, she set herself at work for setting their heading. The Devil's Triangle--that much was obvious. But the precise route that they should take from Tortuga would be paramount to figuring how much supplies they'd need. 

	[color=0099cc]"Seems a bit o' [i]barney rubble [/i]for a wee ole flask,"[/color] Harlianne muttered to herself as she worked, but her eyes were lit up. There was an honest smile on her face as she felt the sun beat down on her, her nose inhaling the mixture of the smells of port and the smells of the sea. She was always happiest at the start of an adventure. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f7976a]Aravis Zacharia[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7a86554916f190a06b78c5065bbedb89/tumblr_inline_n8ohr7CSGC1sk70ot.gif[/img][hr][color=f7976a][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outside [i]the King's Arm[/i] - Port of Tortuga [/center][hr][hr]	[color=f7976a]"You're late,"[/color] Aravis said stiffly, but her stern expression melted into a smile. She didn't pay much attention to the smuggler woman standing outside of the tavern, merely noting her presence and ensuring that she stood in such a manner that the woman couldn't rob her. Aravis looked her friend up and down, checking Elissa for any new injuries. People tended to return from lengthy travels with pirates missing a few more limbs than when they left, so she couldn't help but be pleased to see her friend was all in one piece. 

	[color=f7976a]"Now, you must tell me your tales,"[/color] Aravis insisted, brushing her braid behind her back. [color=f7976a]"I'm sure you've had plenty of excitement since I saw you last--and you know our deal. I'll hold up my end of the bargain if you hold up yours."[/color] It was a bit of tradition with them. Aravis would either purchase or steal them some drinks, provided that Elissa entertained her with tales of sea. There was hardly anything that she loved more than stories. 

	Inside [i]the King's Arm[/i], the people had arranged themselves into a bit of a chorus line. They were spouting off various sea shanties at the top of their lungs, with mugs of beer and rum and so forth smashing into the ground, walls, people...Even a goat and two pigs were involved in the mess, running around and narrowly dodging the various weapons the drunks were using. A few women of the night were moving around looking for clients and in the back, a group of five veteran seafarers were in the midst of a rousing round of cards.