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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Outside the [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern – Port of Tortuga
[b][color=66CDAA]Mood Music:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9n0ijac9bhs]"Ashes" by Arshad[/url]
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	Sirena's head tilted to the side slightly as her eyes narrowed on Mr. Alucard. He seemed awfully intent on disregarding them and fleeing the scene as quickly as possible. What was he hiding in that thick skull of his? She looked down sharply when the little girl began screaming. It took a moment for her to register what the girl was saying and the implications behind it. Apparently Mr. Alucard had seen the girl's mother yesterday, and that very night said woman disappeared. It couldn't be a coincidence. After all, the man has been basically sending people on suicide missions to retrieve the cursed flask. The very flask that had ultimately caused a man to disintegrate into ashes right before her eyes. What if the girl's mother had suffered the same terrible fate?

	Her nostrils flared as she looked up at the quickly retreating form of Mr. Alucard. An iciness filled her blue eyes. Did he really think she would let him get away that easily? Did he think that the dead bodies he left in his wake would go unnoticed? That he could simply brush them under the rug and no one would care? Oh, how wrong he was. And Sirena would surely try with all her furious might and devilish wit to get him to see the err of his ways. That or she would give him hell. Most likely the latter.

	[color=66CDAA]"Mr. Alucard! You have some explaining to do!!"[/color] Sirena yelled at him. Her voice held such intensity and authoritativeness that was truly unbecoming of a woman. But she couldn't care less. She could make a scene for all she cared. Ultimately, this little girl deserved recompense, whatever the cost. She started to stalk towards the man, all the while keeping a firm grip on the little girl's hand, so as not to lose her in the crowds.
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern – Port of Tortuga
[b][color=B22222]Mood Music:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2oPoTNt2Hw]"Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch[/url] 

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	Édouard seemed to be tuning Edgard out at this point, thus leaving him to his own thoughts. Not that he could really complain. He disliked dealing with the man in most instances. He found him childish and weak. And as far as Edgard was concerned, the sooner Édouard was out of the equation the better. He doubted the man would be missed much. 

	Upon hearing someone address him, he let out an angry growl. [color=B22222]"What?!"[/color] he spat as he spun around to face the man who dared bother him. However, the words that began to spill from the messenger's mouth, despite his outburst, took him by surprise. He felt himself freeze, his eyes widen, and his nostrils flare slightly. [I]His fiancée? Alisanne?![/I] Unlike the idiots he has been surrounded by, he saw Alisanne as his equal. Equally ruthless and equally terrifying. And so the prospect of seeing her again brought forth different emotions. Excitement? Pleasure? Joy? 

	Well, whatever emotions a heartless man like him could possibly muster, they did not show outwardly. The most he exhibited was a slight upward twitch at the corner of his lips. He kept any eagerness in check, so as not to lose credibility in the eyes of his men. [color=B22222]"Is the woman you speak of Alisanne Riviere?"[/color] he asked with an indecipherable edge to his voice. If the messenger dashed his hopes or brought bad news, one thing was certain. Edgard's next source of pleasure would be found from strangling the man. Because nothing brings him more joy than Alisanne and bloodshed.