[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][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 2:39 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][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]	"I am not going to allow you to travel in her company without me, Miss Blackwood," Jean said sternly, enjoying the idea as much as Harlianne did. Of course, the pair of them had opposite reasons. For Jean, it was out of concern for her employer's safety. And for Harlianne, it was out of concern for her ship's safety. She didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea and attempt to take [i]the Bellona[/i] for their own. 

	"I am afraid it is not up to you," Alice countered, causing a look of surprise on Jean's face. It was unlike her relatively shy employer to act like that, but Alice had already messed with a slaver today. The atmosphere of Tortuga seemed to make the child bolder by the minute. 

	[color=0099cc]"I 'ave ter agree wiv the chuffin' ole bat 'ere. It ain't gonna work like that, luv,"[/color] Harlianne agreed. However, out of the corner of her eye she spotted someone she knew and she grinned. It wasn't Sirena or Anastasia, but it was someone she had sailed with before. The man spotted her almost at the same time, with the pair of them waving to each other quickly. He had sailed under Calico Jack as well for a few years, before jumping ship to attempt to get his own crew. Last Harlianne heard, it never worked out for him. He was wasted as a captain, literally and figurtively. 

	[color=0099cc]"Oi, Carter! Right! Got a job for yer!"[/color] Harlianne shouted. 
[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]	Jon stared at Millicent with complete and utter nervousness, not understanding how she would be so comfortable to remain in Tortuga or what business she had to conduct. Had he been Catholic, he likely would have made the sign of the cross constantly to ward back the evil that filled the port. [color=goldenrod]"Miss Millicent, you cannot possibly mean to stay here?"[/color] Jon said desperately, though he had his answer quickly once Millicent entered [i]the Faithful Bride.[/i] He did not follow. 

	Inside the tavern, things are as calm as to be expected. There is a slight trail of blood leading towards the stairs that take you up to the second story, where all of the rooms are. The bartender is busy cleaning up pieces of a smashed mug, as an enthusiastic drunk "accidentally" threw it to the ground as he demanded another. You'll need to speak with one of the staff to get your room key, of course. 

	Upstairs, Catalina pockets the five shillings before setting to work. Anastasia is lucky. While the process is painful and Catalina dabs away the blood with a cloth, no infection will set in. It's perhaps a miracle in this day and age. "Rum isn't good for bleeding," Virginia observes, continuing to pluck away at her flower. When she finishes plucking all of the petals, she sets it aside and then picks up another flower, continuing her routine. 

	"Is correct. No rum," Catalina agreed. It clearly wasn't the first time she had to stitch someone up like this. However, by the time she finished she was beaming at her handiwork. "Your leg, that too?" Catalina asked, looking at Anastasia and then at Elissa. Both of them had further injuries. 

	[color=f7976a]"We can get the both of you a spot to drink later on,"[/color] Aravis said, feeling a bit of an impulse come over her. She loved her life here in Tortuga, but hadn't she always dreamed of adventures? Didn't she love stories? Wouldn't it be better to actually live one? [color=f7976a]"Perhaps once we speak to your Captain about joining her crew,"[/color] Aravis added. She figured Elissa would be surprised. Aravis had never sailed as a pirate before.