[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 - 2:10 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][@mnkee] - 

	The performer continues to juggle the orbs of fire, gaining the astonishment and excitement of the crowd. Not all people are as shrewd as Serina and to them, this is the only 'magic' they will ever witness in their lifetime. Aside from the stories of the Kraken and Davy Jones, this is the most tangible bit of wonder in the world. A weary man with a top hat, Mr. Alucard, slowly begins to make his way through the crowd, accidentally jostling Sirena a bit in the process. She'll recognize him instantly, after the meeting they had with him not too long ago that put them on this path--chasing down the cursed flask. 

	"Ayer. Me desperté y ella se fue..." the little girl replied, tears running down her face. Her entire form was shaking with terror. She couldn't have been older than five. [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]: Near [i]the Bellona[/i] - Port of Tortuga Docks[/center][hr][hr]	Making a break for it while one's greedy ex-Captain has a pistol aimed and ready to fire isn't always the brightest of moves. As Millicent and Jon attempt to run from the dock's, the Captain whistles and his men instantly close ranks, causing Millicent and Jon to crash into them. They don't do anything beyond prevent the pair from leaving the docks, with others on the docks quietly retreating back to their ships or getting out of the way as best as they can. 

	[color=#0099cc]"Bloody fools,"[/color] Harlianne sighed, shaking her head a bit at the pair. [color=0099cc]"Yor doin' a fantastic job at providin' an example o' morons!"[/color] She called out. Honestly, she had provided her services to these people and they were just going to get themselves killed. It was a bit sad. And of course, where were Sirena and Anastasia? They'd been gone for over an hour and hadn't returned. She'd have expected [i]some[/i] crew by this point. 

	"I can't agree more, Mad Eyes," Jon's ex-Captain agreed, contemplating for a moment aiming his pistol at the doctor instead of Miss Blackwood. Miss Blackwood would bring in a single payment, after all, while a doctor would constantly prove their worth. Perhaps he had been wrong to let him go so easily. "And what reputation be ye thinkin' of, doc? I live by th' code and nothin' else."

	"Jean, do something!" Alice cried out to her minder, hardly even recognizing that Jon had spoken to her. The girl was barely nineteen and here she was, a gun aimed at her all because she had attempted to help a stranger. Not many peers would have parted with so much coin for a man they didn't know, yet Alice had done so. Was this to be her repayment for doing a good deed? 
     
	"Of course, my lady," her minder replied, bowing her head slightly. She rolled her neck slightly, hearing it pop a bit with satisfaction, and then she did the same with her wrists. Despite the gun aimed towards her lady, there was no sign of nerves or urgency with Jean. It was a calm presence in the face of death that one English noble family in particular was noted for--the Earls and Countesses of Dywell. 

	Jean took a single step forward, moving between Alice and the gun. Jon's former Captain raised a bit of an eyebrow and Harlianne hit her palm against her forehead at the stupidity. It seemed to be contagious on these docks and made her question whether Tortuga had been a good place to look for a crew after all. And while the man was distracted, the slaves took advantage of the surgery knife that Jon had tossed to them and began to cut themselves free, as quietly as they could. 

	"Yer nothin' but a servant, lass," the Captain chuckled, shaking his head at Jean. "Move or I'll shoot ye both. It won't botha' me t' do so."

	Jean didn't bat an eye at the Captain's warnings. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over towards Jon and Millicent, seeing that the pair of them were unharmed. She noted the slaves with the surgery knife, all but one of them freed from their binds at this point. She could not see her dear lady's face, but she felt Alice's absolute terror. And she knew this would not be the first time that Alice's life would be in jeopardy. 

	[color=0099cc]"Why do I even bovver?"[/color] Harlianne muttered, pulling her pistol and cocking it. Five shots then sounded on the docks of Tortuga, with those not inside buildings able to hear the gunfire. A moment later, five bodies dropped. The first body to fall was that of Jon's former Captain. 

	The rest were the slaves that Jon had attempted to free.   

	[color=0099cc]"Right then. Yor Captain is dead. Yer can sail under me or yer can 'ave yor bits and pieces and leave. Any uvver choice yer make ends wiv yer copping a nice and proper meetin' wiv Davy Jones."[/color]
[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]: Outside of [i]the King's Arm[/i] - Port of Tortuga [/center][hr][hr]	Aravis grimaced slightly. Anastasia's crew didn't have a doctor and they did need to get that hand bandaged. She figured it'd likely need some stitches as well, in order to stop the blood from continuing to flow. That however gave Aravis a bit of an idea. Stitching couldn't be that different from sewing and everyone in Tortuga was in constantly need of having their clothing mended. It didn't matter if they were a pirate or a thief--clothing tore. 

	[color=f7976a]"Physician seems to be unlikely, then,"[/color] Aravis surmised. [color=f7976a]"But perhaps a seamstress could do just a good a job. All we really need to do is stop the bleeding..."[/color] Germ theory wasn't well known or accepted at this time, of course. Hardly anyone knew about it and those who did, well versed in medicine, often though it was mere hogwash and elected to ignore it. So with no concept of the need to prevent infection, a seamstress sewing up Anastasia's hand was as good an idea as any. 

	[color=f7976a]"If memory serves, the owner of the Faithful Bride's sister does a lot of mending for profit,"[/color] Aravis recalled. [color=f7976a]"How does that sound? All of these taverns, they aren't really that far from one another...Drunks wander out of one and into another, so we could get you there quickly."[/color]
[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]: [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern - Port of Tortuga[/center][hr][hr]	Édouard grinned widely at Edgard. He was sorry to have missed that, seeing his second in command put down a particularly irritating cunt. It sounded like it would have been a thrilling bit of entertainment, even better than his goading of the freak earlier. But of course, he doubted that Edgard's irritating woman also crumbled into ashes, and even more so, Édouard had no clue that Edgard was talking about Sirena. Otherwise, he perhaps would've had another opinion. Sirena aroused certain feelings (and other things) in Édouard. 

	[color=#cc6699]"Les pauvres,"[/color] Édouard mused, shaking his head at the crew. [color=#cc6699]"Ils sont comme des bébés!"[/color] He chuckled a bit, practically patting himself on the back for his own joke. The irony of his mockery was palpable. 

	But of course, Edgard just [i]had[/i] to go straight to business. Édouard wished he could have taken a nice long sip of rum first, but Edgard always had a certain intensity about him. Dodging the question now would only make it more apparent that he hadn't been able to find the witch. As far as Édouard was aware, the witch had been hanged in Port Royal for witchcraft and never came back to Tortuga. [color=cc6699]"Oui, oui! Ah, la sorcière a une théorie: la fiole est à une fantôme! La fantôme donne du pouvoir aux personnes. Mais elle se lassera d'elles et elle les tuera!"[/color] Édouard then nearly smacked himself in the forehead. He had forgotten the best part!

	[color=cc6699]"Ensuite, la fiole et la fantôme rentreront au Triangle des Bermudes!"[/color]