[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 - 1:15 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][@FantasyChic][@Dark Light] -

	Despite the intensity of Jon's beating, he was lucky. There was no extensive damage done to him that wouldn't heal up in a matter of days. No broken ribs, no punctured lungs, no internal bleeding--mostly just some deep and painful bruises. Of course, that would hardly help him be sold. It was one thing for his captain to have forgotten to oil him and the others up, in order to make their muscles look more appealing and desirable, but now the man looked battered and abused. No one wanted a broken slave, no matter how valuable. In the Caribbean, life expectancy wasn't that great. A battered slave would be a dead one in a matter of weeks, usually. 

	"Aye, 485 English pounds," the Captain replied, nodding curtly at Millicent. As prices go, it was actually rather low. Slaves back in the day could go for easily 1000 pounds or more. The discounted price was due to his beaten and broken condition, but perhaps also from the captain's desire to sell him. "If ye be wantin' him badly, I suppose ye and I can come to an accord...What have ye to offer, miss?" 

	But right as the Captain was in the middle of speaking with Millicent, a gruff and tall man pushed his way through the crowd. In a painfully accented and hardly English speech, he explained to the Captain his need to purchase Jon, as his ship's last physician perished. The Captain smirked a bit to himself, seeing the potential for profit. 

	"Seems we have a biddin' war, lads."
[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 didn't pay much attention to the sounds of violence coming from the docks. It was par for the course, hearing slavers beat their wares into submission and cry out prices, always trying to get the most coin they could. It was the way most ships got a physician these days, as no respectable doctor wanted to be on a pirate crew. The only ones that ever did tended to be nutters, in her experience, and practice something closer to witchcraft than medicine. 

	"Hullo! Miss!" 

	Harlianne frowned a bit, setting down her map and instruments. Walking to the edge of her ship, she peered down and saw two rather out of place girls. [url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/edfafd841cdfe85aedccff6c47b779cf/tumblr_inline_n3moa21nK91s2djns.gif]The taller[/url] of the pair waved up at Harlianne and nodded, while the [url=https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m71fbn5Jv91rzdcixo1_500.gif]other[/url] appeared to be shyer, hanging back. From their clothing, they looked to at least be members of the highest social class, perhaps the gentry, even. Tortuga was an exclusively pirate port--those types didn't often turn up, unless they were coming with jobs to hand out, deals meant to be taken under the table. 

	[color=0099cc]"Wotcher girls want, then?"[/color] Harlianne called out, tilting her hat as to hide her face. She never cared much for the upper class folk, usually going out of her way if possible to screw with them. It was entirely possible they were here with some grievance, attempting to settle things [i]politely[/i], as naive as that was. 

	"We need help in locating a man!" the brunette called out. "We know he is present in Tortuga--do you know an Édouard Riviere?" 

	Harlianne chuckled slightly, shaking her head. Anna and Sirena, once more, got to know the little bastard and Harlianne had never met him. She didn't even get the pleasure in imagining the pig's face and thinking as to why these two were looking for him. But given the shy mannerism of the smaller girl, Harlianne pegged her as a poor woman, knocked up by the man. [color=0099cc]"Bloody hell, I wish. Everyone else gets ter fuck wiv 'im. Mess 'im up and all. Wot business do yer 'ave 'im wiv, then?"[/color]

	There was a bit of a pause, with the shy girl shaking her head furiously at the brunette. Harlianne couldn't have been certain, but she felt strongly that there was some eye rolling going on down there as well. [i]Definitely[/i] some sort of unwanted pregnancy situation. Those things always seemed to plague the upper classes, thinking that it was the end of the world and whatnot. [color=0099cc]"I spot 'ow it is. Good luck, luv. Yor'll need it. 'eard the chuffin' man is a bastard through and through."[/color]   
[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]: [i]the King's Arm[/i] - Port of Tortuga [/center][hr][hr]	The men playing cards gave Anna a bit of an odd look, but they allowed her to sit down with them. Their conversation died down, becoming the minimal words needed. Draw a card here, fold here, bet here. It wasn't really clear what game they were playing, but the scent of alcohol on their breath explained it all. The veterans didn't have a bloody clue what type of cards they were doing either. 

	"'Tis brutal luk ter 'av a lass involved," one of the men finally said in a thick Irish accent, eyeing Anna. "You're liable ter summon a kraken whaen 'tis yisser bleedin', yer nu." There were nods of agreement all around the table, as if the man had stated something that was scientific fact. But in these days, even science didn't mean much, especially to the old timers. The sea was their goddess, mistress, and wife--they didn't have room for belief in anything else. 

	[color=f7976a]"A deal's a deal,"[/color] Aravis nodded, having absolutely loved her friend's tale. She had been around Elissa enough to understand the thick German accent, as well as learning to respond to [i]Araffis.[/i] Her friend never really had understood the proper use of a [i]v[/i], but that hardly mattered to her. The drinks weren't too expensive in the tavern, only a few pence, and she returned to Elissa a few moments later with two strong pints. 

	[color=f7976a]"I heard something over there, she's looking for people for a job,"[/color] Aravis said, nodding over towards Anna and the men in the back. She knew that as much as she enjoyed Elissa's company, the sea would call her back eventually. Aravis herself had never done much pirating, usually making a living as a thief. It wasn't that she was opposed to it. She just simply had never found herself in the situation to start.