[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 - 2:45 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][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]	Catalina shook her head at Anastasia. She had stitched up plenty of people before, but she never had any medical training in the slightest. Her only training was years of mending garments and once her brother realized it wasn't too different from stitching people up, it became another way for them to make a pretty penny or two. As for the additional cost of the stitches for the legs, Catalina shook her head. "Is gift. No fees for legs," Catalina replied, smiling gently at Anastasia. Once she finished up her current row of stitches, she then beckoned for Anastasia to stick her leg out and allow her to get to work there. 

	[color=f7976a]"I am certain,"[/color] Aravis nodded at Anastasia. It was an impulse decision, but it was also one she felt strongly about. [color=f7976a]"I can handle myself,"[/color] Aravis then added. It was true, after all. She had spent a good portion of her life living as a thief at one port or another. 

	"You'll get an infection like that," Virginia observed, her eyes leaving the petals and staring down Elissa. "If you die, at least your corpse will be put to good use." The pale woman then smiled, as if attempting to be comforting, but it was anything but that. It was unnerving to say the very least. 

	"Hush, Virginia! You scare them," Catalina chided, about halfway done stitching up Anastasia's leg. Elissa would be next and Catalina didn't expect much in the form of additional payment.

	Downstairs, the barkeep nodded at Millicent, pulling out a ledger from underneath the counter. He squinted at it for a while before he found her name. "Si, si! Go upstairs. Last room on the right," the barkeep instructed. Payment had been settled in advanced for a few nights. Any additional nights could be added onto her tab and paid when she was done with her time at the Faithful Bride. [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]	Outside of the tavern, Sirena's screaming didn't seem to do anything. Mr. Alucard quickly vanished into the crowd and the little girl had started to cry. To make matters worse, it had been almost two hours since Harlianne sent Anastasia and Sirena out to do some recruiting. They'd be expected to return to the ship by now, hopefully with at least something to show for their efforts. The little girl tugged on Sirena's skirts, her eyes wide with confusion as a blonde woman practically ran through the crowd, barefoot. She was headed in the direction of the marshes and had a certain wildness to her. 

	Inside the tavern, Édouard was doing what Édouard did best--being useless. He continued to drink whatever was put in front of him, flirting with any women who came by, and being a general terror to the crew. He was, in essence, a spoiled brat and the man knew it. No one could touch him, as long as his parents had anything to say about it. Given the organization they ran as well, hardly anyone would dare to. 

	The messenger gulped and nodded. "She has gone missing and Miss Margot, she has been killed. People are looking for Miss Alisanne but the worst is to be assumed."