[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/UqUYeTu226lB6/giphy.gif[/img] [color=E97E99][i]Location: Port of Tortuga[/I][/color][/center] [hr][hr] She had to grin. A bidding war over some slave seemed contrived, and she didn't have the funds to afford to go higher. Or lower, for that matter. She would have to rely on her other skills. She looked at the man, [color=E97E99]"My dear sir, I assure you I am in need of him more. You see, I am no more than a simple woman who's father is on his deathbed. No other physician will come near him out of fear, but if I can manage to pay for one, even one under slavery, there is a chance my father could be put to rest peacefully. It's driving my mother quite mad."[/color] She dabbed her eyes for added effect. [color=E97E99]"Please, could you find it in yourself to allow me this? After I am through with him, I can return him to you for free."[/color] Of course, Millicent had no intention of doing so and should this man say or do anything, she would have him dealt with. What better way than to show The Monarch's long reach than by handling this situation. Still, the good Doctor needed to be saved by any means. And who knows, he may be grateful and show his gratitude in other ways. It paid to have some allies, after all. Even ones who couldn't stop asking questions.