[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 - 2:36 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][@Dark Light][@FantasyChic] - 

	No harm came to Millicent and Jon as they made their way through the crowds. A little girl screamed out towards a well to do man, tugging on the sleeve of a blonde haired woman. The performer continued to do various tricks, juggling flames and tossing them about. The crowd was still enamored with her routine, but it was clear it was coming to an end. She'd have to go onto the next biggest and greatest thing shortly enough. 

	In between two of the taverns, Millicent will spot what looks to be a mugging. But unlike muggings that one may come to expect, where the victim is left alive, the man is gutted at the same time that he is robbed. The men responsible vanish into the crowded streets not long after, as if they had never been there. They haven't noticed Millicent or Jon, so they're likely not trouble but...Well, it is a pirate port after all. Crime doesn't often have a rhyme or reason here. 

	However, the two of them will be able to make it to the Faithful Bride this round. [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]	[color=#0099cc]"Yor've got ter be out o' yor bloody mind!"[/color] Harlianne exclaimed, her eyes wide after Alice had informed her how much she'd be paid. It was far too handsome a fee for such a simple task, a fact that hadn't escaped Alice's minder. The woman seemed to be, in the vernacular of an age yet to come, completely and utterly done with her charge. Harlianne chuckled slightly, the laugh of a madwoman spilling from her lips. 

	[color=0099cc]"'Ave a look, luv, I'd be chuffed ter 'elp yer find yor man, i'n it? But until some bloke in me crew gets back, can't leave[i] the Bellona[/i] unattended,"[/color] Harlianne explained. Sirena and Anna had been gone for ages by now, a fact that Harlianne wasn't too happy about. If the pair of them didn't come back with the decent beginning of a crew, she'd be pissed. It didn't do to have a Captain marooned with her ship, basically, since no one else was around to watch her. And when at port, if a ship wasn't watched, it'd be snatched in an instant.

	Harlianne had "acquired" [i]the Bellona[/i] just like that, after all. 

	"Miss Waverly can watch your ship!" Alice protested, the innocence and naiveté of a child used to getting her way becoming quite obvious. 

	Harlianne wrinkled her nose. [color=0099cc]"Yeah, right, because I'm stupid enough ter leave me ship wiv a noblewoman. Even a former one,"[/color] Harlianne chuckled. Where the hell were Sirena and Anastasia?[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 Faithful Bride[/i] - Port of Tortuga [/center][hr][hr]	Aravis had followed Elissa and Anastasia up the stairs of the Faithful Bride, heading into Catalina's room. She took in the pale woman on the bed with some interest. With the girl's complexion, she reminded Aravis of a vampire. Of course, those were just stories to scare children--they were nothing compared to the lore of the sea. They weren't real, but the paleness of the woman did continue to strike her. Pale skin didn't do well in the Caribbean, quickly tanning or burning depending on the individual. It never lasted in the end. 

	"Si," Catalina nodded, standing up from her chair and beckoning for Anastasia to sit down. "Lot of blood. It is painful, I imagine," Catalina observed, grimacing in pity at Anastasia. Her speech definitely had a bit of a Spanish flair to it, a little broken and a little awkward for traditional English. But compared to other accents, the Spanish accent was common in this area. 

	"Did you attempt to kill yourself?" the pale woman asked, continuing to pluck petals from the flower. She seemed pretty disinterested with the rest of the world, not even bothering to give her name. 

	"Virginia, hush. She is a warrior, yes," Catalina chided, chuckling a bit as she grabbed a cloth, needle, and some thread.