[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]

Millicent made it clear that she would talk more at her room. Jon didn't argue with that. He welcomed the idea of a safe secure space with some privacy.

The town seemed dangerously rowdy with many people loitering about seeking to pray on the weak or misfortunate. Jon avoided looking around, fearing to make eye contact and invite further trouble, trying to continue on as unnoticed as possible. He did this in a nervous silence. He feared and never knew if or when he would be called out as an escaped slave or what they might do to him. Jon desperately wanted to send word back home as soon as he could, to let his beloved know he was still alive and seemingly safe for now. He never expected to have some sort of ally here, but once the confusion settled he was more than glad. Still he wondered, would she help him make it home.

Jon also thought back to the happenings at the docks. There were things going on here beyond his understanding, or so it seemed. From young Alice Blackwood's companion to the captain of the ship, to finding Milicent here. It all seemed too chaotic. He gave a weak frown. It seems life would not be safe here.