[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=goldenrod]Dr. Jonathan Baynard[/color][/b][/h2]
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[/center][hr][color=goldenrod]Location:[/color]Port of Tortuga[hr][hr]

Jon had not moved far, he was a bit slow to seize the moment. He stood still in shock and disbelief amongst the cargo massaging his wrists. He could feel the stares from the other slaves beside him. It had really happened. He had just been purchased and offered his freedom back for completing just one job.
Not arguing with orders Jon lifted his bag over his shoulder and headed towards Millicent. His many fresh bruises tormenting him as he walked. The sooner this place and these people were far behind him the better.

A thick tension was growing in the air. It seemed not all were to fond of lady Blackwood's words or actions. [color=goldenrod]"My lady."[/color] Jon said as he approached, trying to regain some of his gentlemanly mannerisms. [color=goldenrod]"With a life hanging on the line let us wait no further, please escort us to your father with haste. I would see him immediately."[/color] Jon looked to Lady Blackwood and her minder. Greeting her with a bow he quickly tries to draw them from the growing situation.[color=goldenrod]"Miss Blackwood, I thank you graciously. Will you accompany us to see witness the fruition of your deeds, and to ensure my part of the deal is done. We do not have time to dwell around here any more than necessary. A mans life hangs in the bounds."[/color] With that he tries to usher them along.