[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 turned to Millicent. [color=goldenrod]"Alright miss, let's go see to your father."[/color] he casually replies aloud, giving her a faint nod of agreement. This situation was beyond him. Maybe if it were occurring anywhere else he might find within himself the righteous spirit to oppose, but here there was no point. Every turn presented new vile monsters lacking morality, dignity and boundaries. The calm confidence of the young lady's minder gave him hope, but it was hers and not Jon's duty to protect the young lady at every turn.

Nearly tasting freedom his survival flight reflexes were now stronger than ever. As proven he could not fight or talk his way out of this. Millicent was right, they needed to run. [color=goldenrod]"Captain. Such a shame, you just made all that money but now because of greed you won't even live to spend it. If you do somehow survive, oh what damage that will do to your reputation. To attack a business partner...
 Miss Blackwood, thank you endlessly. May the holy grace of God be with you."[/color] Jon spoke calmly as he knelt down to gather his things and gain a better grip of his items. As he stood back up his large surgery blade lay left behind on the floor.
Pushing it with a short sharp kick of his boot, it should easily slide across the floor back to the feet of the other slaves. With that distraction, noticed or not, Jon turns and makes for a hasty retreat. He aims to break line of sight with the docks, looking towards the most crowded area nearby. Just eagerly putting as much distance between himself and those ruthless greedy people as possible.