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[b]Location:[/b] [I]Twelve Daggers[/I] Tavern - Port of Tortuga 
[b]Mood Music:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk0PdLZqZqU]"Jekyll and Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch[/url]

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	Sirena watched the quartermaster as he spoke to his crewmates. Though the man spoke in a language that was foreign to her, the threatening quality to his voice was clear as day. Her cool blue eyes took in his features, which one would consider immaculate if they were not so marred by his arrogance and dark intent. Her gaze moved to survey the other men, intently awaiting their reactions to their superior's barely veiled threats. She pursed her lips as she had a strong feeling that this was not going to go the way she had wanted it to. Regardless, she would concede to whatever decision they made. She really had no desire to further expend her energy on the pursuit of people who did not want to be pursued. And besides, the last thing the Bellona needed was people who would only give half-assed service.   

	Her suspicions were soon confirmed as she watched any interest that the men had in her proposal get quickly snuffed out by their ruthless quartermaster. She could not help but think that whatever "respect" they had for the man was born out of fear. But, in the end, it mattered not. It was their loss, and in time, they would see that when they were outwitted by a bunch of women. Talk about a kick to their pride. 

	A smug grin came to Edgard's features as every single one of his underlings quickly and utterly heeded his warning. The slate was wiped clean so to speak. Admittedly though, a part of him was a bit disappointed that none had tried to defy him. Few things could cement their loyalty to him more than an example made in blood. He was always itching to inflict pain, induce fear, and cause a little destruction in his wake. His stormy blue eyes turned to the source of the momentary waver in his men's loyalty: Mademoiselle Ikaria. There was a dark glint in his eyes as he looked at her. He had no qualms about tearing down a woman a peg or two. No, not all. In fact, he would enjoy this greatly. 

	[color=B22222]"It would seem that you have failed in your pursuit, enchantress,"[/color] he arrogantly stated, rubbing her failure in, as if it was an open wound.  

	Sirena's attention returned to the quartermaster as she felt his eyes boring into her. Her own eyes narrowed slightly at his brazen, pointed words. He was quickly getting on her last nerve, though she tried not to let it show. Granted, he probably already knew exactly what he was doing. He clearly had experience in pissing people off.

	[color=66CDAA]"Enchantress, that's what they call me actually,"[/color] she responded, pointing out his inadvertent use of her nickname while purposefully disregarding the rest of his statement. [color=66CDAA]"And what do they call you? Arsehole, maybe?"[/color] she added scornfully. If he wanted to insult her, she could do just the same. Possibly even more masterfully then he could.

	Her pointed jab easily hit its mark. Edgard's nostrils flared as anger quickly boiled to the surface. If she wasn't careful, he would snap, and it wouldn't be pretty. [color=B22222]"The name is [I]Lord[/I] Edgard Pyrbeest, Baron de Sang et Feu. The Baron of Blood and Fire,"[/color] he growled, his voice quickly growing in intensity and volume. [color=B22222]"Now, I suggest that you leave while you are still unscathed, and you best do so BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!!!"[/color]

	Sirena's smirk only grew, undeterred by the man's outburst. She had kind of expected it. [color=66CDAA]"Now, now. I don't think your Captain Édouard would like it if you hurt me. After all, he [I]likes[/I] me. [I]A lot[/I],"[/color] she stated sultrily, contrary to the devious glint to her eyes.

	Edgard scoffed, before leaning in towards her to say something that was sure to irk her even more, [color=B22222]"I think he will change his tune when I tell him what a [I]naughty[/I] girl you have been."[/color]

	To his satisfaction, Sirena's poker face broke, and she let out a loud huff of frustration. At this point, she was openly glaring at him. [color=66CDAA]"Mark my words, I am not finished with you,"[/color] she growled. She then abruptly spun on her heels and strode out of the tavern with her chin held high, despite her wounded pride.

	[color=B22222]"Prepare for war then,"[/color] Edgard muttered, with a cocky smirk on his face.