[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 - 1:53 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][@mnkee] - Edgard's threats not only work, but they succeed beautifully. Any whiff of mutiny, any hint of indecision, even the very [i]idea[/i] of it is crushed from the men's minds. Their fear--or perhaps respect--for the man is absolute. Sirena's words no longer have any purchase on them. However, there are always others in taverns to speak to, others looking for work on different ships. And who knows, maybe she'd have better luck once the quartermaster was gone. Yet it is unlikely. These are men who will follow Edgard to the grave. [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] [color=0099cc]"Yeah, right, right, and I'm bloody well the chuffin' Queen o' England. O' course yer need protection,"[/color] Harlianne snorted, picking a bit at her fingernails. The slavers might not have done anything yet, but it would only be a matter of time. She doubted that they'd allow Blackwood and her company to leave the docks, possibly biding their time and waiting for the young noblewoman to make a move. If Blackwood refused her on the offer of protection, Harlianne might help them, too, in order to get a cut of the spoils. "I apologize. I was not clear. The Honorable Alice Blackwood does not need protection from the likes of [i]you,[/i]" her minder snapped, practically seeing red at that moment. Alice's minder felt a bit grateful that the girl seemed to be distracted, though she kept an eye on her. Alice was enchanted, practically, by Jon and Millicent's words. For a sheltered daughter of a peer, this was the closest to adventure she had ever come. "Nonsense, I shall accompany you both," Alice replied eagerly, a warm and honest smile on her face. "It is the very least I can do. Your father must be so proud to have such a caring daughter, miss." Harlianne cackled, shaking her head. It didn't take a genius to put together what was going on--but Alice was naive and young. The truth of the situation evaded her. [color=0099cc]"Yor right. She don't need protection, i'n it? She needs common sense. The bleedin' girl is daft as 'ell,"[/color] Harlianne said to Alice's minder, cackling more and more. To the pirate, this was prime entertainment. She couldn't wait to see what would happen with this mess. [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 man whom Elissa had drawn her sword quite literally [i]into[/i] had tried to grab Elissa's cutlass, only to narrowly miss. He was losing a lot of blood at this point, thanks to Anna smashing a mug against his head and Elissa giving him a lengthy cut. It hardly seemed needed at this point for Aravis to act as well, but the man was stubborn to the last. "Cunts!" he shouted, practically screaming at Elissa and Anna. "Yer filthy cunts! Only witches could do that to me!" Anna's goading seemed to have hit its mark, with the man red in the face and rage swimming in his eyes. [color=f7976a]"You talk too much and say too little,"[/color] Aravis interjected, attempting to flip her cutlass as to grab it by the hilt. Instead, it fell to the ground and the Indian woman shrugged, before decking the man across the face. The blow, combined with the blood loss he sustained, knocked the man out cold. He fell backwards, his rear end facing up towards the ceiling in the pathetic position he landed in. Meanwhile, the rest of the tavern hadn't stayed too quiet. In these situations, one party getting knocked out either ended all fighting or brought on complete chaos. In this case, it was the latter. Everything that wasn't nailed down was thrown or smashed, made into weapons whenever possible. Aravis snatched up her cutlass, before glancing over at Elissa. If they stayed in the tavern, they'd have more than just one sexist pig to fight. [color=f7976a]"Ladies, shall we continue? Or have we had enough for today?"[/color] Aravis asked, looking towards Anna as well. She still hadn't learnt the woman's name, but the girl seemed to be a formidable fighter. [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] Édouard cursed to himself as he left the witch's hut, kicking at the ground as he went. Without the ace up their sleeve, the flask was anyone's game. All of the confidence and [i]charm[/i] that he had shown towards Sirena, well, it all felt useless and pathetic now. He groaned as he shook his head some, wanting nothing more than to fall to the ground and never get up again, to the let the marsh consume him and devour him. [color=cc6699]"Foutue sorcière stupide,"[/color] Édouard muttered, slashing his cutlass at a tree as he walked, accomplishing nothing in particular. [color=cc6699]"Où est-elle? Personne ne sait!"[/color] His eyes then flashed dangerously, as the man continued to pout on the walk out of the Misty Mire. He figured that Edgard would be at the Seven Daggers' still, perhaps whipping the crew into shape and telling them that they would receive their orders shortly. The main problem, of course, was that he had no orders to give them. He then stopped, smirking slightly as an idea came to him. No one [i]had[/i] to know that the witch had vanished, did they? He could always make some nonsense up and it'd likely be just as helpful. He never understood much what the witch said either, never even bothering to refer to her by her name. And if their main competition for finding the wretched thing was a bunch of women, his fibbing wouldn't hurt their chances at all. Everyone knew that women couldn't think that hard--they didn't have enough blood going to their heads, had to be diverted elsewhere so they could be fertile.