[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 - 1:30 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][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]	The brunette chuckled slightly at Harlianne's comments, before giving the blonde a bit of a look. It said it all right then and there to Harlianne, interesting the captain so much as to sit on the railing of her ship to get a better look at the pair of them. The longer she observed, the clearer the situation was. Her initial suspicions seemed to be confirmed--the blonde was some unfortunate member of the upper class, disgraced and defiled by the Frenchman. 

	[color=0099cc]"That's the chuffin' French for yer, luv. Can't trust them ter pull out,"[/color] Harlianne said bluntly, picking at her nails as she attempted to remove some grime from underneath them. The shy noblewoman below turned as red as an apple at Harlianne's words, while her elder looked to be grimly in agreement with Harlianne. 

	"Miss, it's as we suspected," the brunette said, yet the younger woman wasn't listening. She was staring in shock and horror at one of the slave sales going on nearby. The horrible appearance of the man took the young woman's breath away, her eyes widening even more as she overheard Millicent's story. It was ghastly and awful and she turned to her minder at once. 

	"We are going to help!" the young woman said determinedly, taking her coin purse in her hand and marching over towards the slaver. The man had straight out laughed in Millicent's face, wiping away a tear before crudely informing her that he wasn't running a charity, that he was running a business and needed to turn a profit. As if to somehow emphasize his point, he gave Jon another good kick to the back. 

	"Come back when yer have some coin, lass," the captain said haughtily, turning abruptly to face the young blonde as soon as he heard the jingling of coins. 

	"I'll purchase him," the young woman said boldly, handing over easily double what the man was asking for. "This should suffice." The captain could hardly believe what was happening, but he didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, and motioned for Jon to be released. Neither Jon nor Millicent would recognize the woman by appearance, given the lack of decent portraits in the day, but they would recognize her name. 

	"And who be ye, miss?" the captain asked, pocketing his profits. 

	"The Honorable Miss Alice Blackwood," the young blonde replied, her minder shaking her head slightly behind her. So much for privacy...
[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 veins in the men's heads practically burst as Anastasia asked if she could [i]join[/i] them. It was bad enough that she wanted them to join her crew--now she wanted them to play cards with her? Cards were games of chance and women were never good luck. No matter how they dressed or carried themselves. Hell, some even rumored that Teach had only been caught because he allowed a woman on his ship, and Calico Jack hadn't faired much better. 

	"Get lost, miss," one of the men sneered, holding onto his cards a bit tighter as if to make a point. The others weren't nearly so kind, replacing [i]miss[/i] with just about every swear in the book. "Why not go sit with the other women, aye?" There was another round of cackling, before suddenly, one of them kicked Anastasia's chair out from underneath her. This, of course, merited another round of laughter. 

	[color=f7976a]"Pigs,"[/color] Aravis sighed, shutting her eyes for a moment before returning her attention to Elissa. [color=f7976a]"The woman was recruiting--but those men don't look like ones I'd want to go to sea with."[/color] She kept an eye on Anastasia, with one hand on the hilt of her sword. If the men did one more thing, Aravis wouldn't hesitate to get into a brawl with them. Their actions disgusted her, to say the very least. 

	[color=f7976a]"They probably couldn't load a cannon to save their lives,"[/color] Aravis added with a snort, recalling one story Elissa told her ages back about a certain crew member who [i]somehow[/i] though it best to replace the powder with rum.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/2689ce79c67042d7151575b07cb227bf/tumblr_inline_mw07keW8E51s73t47.gif[/img][hr][color=#cc6699][b]Location[/b][/color]: Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga[/center][hr][hr]	After he left the [i]Twelve Daggers[/i], Édouard hadn't quite felt like returning to his own ship and discussing the plans for the week with his men. They wouldn't be able to give him any useful input--he was in charge for a reason, after all! The notion that they could do any better, those men with foul and unimportant blood, was silly. They hadn't been able to snatch up the daughter of an English viscount for marriage, after all. Most of them married women of the night, women who were so stretched out as to give no more pleasure. 

	He pitied them, really. They would never know the true joys of conquest. And of course, most of them were gross and disfigured. None of them possessed his boyish good looks, his rugged sense of fashion, and his winning personality. Their association with him likely improved their mating prospects, even! He chuckled smugly to himself as he made his way to the outskirts of the Port Town, reaching the area known as the Misty Mire. 

	Its name was quite appropriate. A marshland filled with all sorts of nasty creatures, such as alligators and flytraps, not many dared to settle here. Shacks were put up on stilts and often left abandoned, after the inhabitants wizened up and moved to the main drag of Tortuga. Some of them were now inhabited by petty thieves, unable to find housing in town and unwilling to risk their lives in the jungle. A few of them kept supplies of booze hidden, yet not even alcohol had prompted Édouard to wander out into the marsh. 

	His feet sloshed slightly as he muddled on through, heading for the furthest stilted shack in the marsh. Sirena's line of questioning had only inspired more questions of Édouard's own, questions that he doubted Mr. Alucard would answer for him. After all, he was working against the man. He had no intention of giving him the flask--he intended to seize the flask for his own cause, for the betterment of La Fraternité du Sang and France itself. 

	No, he had another contact to speak with--an individual most on the island only sought out in the most dire of circumstances. And as stupid as he was, he hadn't told Sirena everything. He hadn't mentioned the witch's name to her, as he couldn't even understand the scroll himself. It was in French, yes, but that did not guarantee comprehension. It had been months since he even looked at the damn thing--long before he met the beautiful Sirena Ikaria. 

	[color=cc6699]"Sorcière!"[/color] Édouard called out, standing outside of the shack. [color=cc6699]"C'est moi, Édouard! C'est le chou!"[/color]