[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][@Taro][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:05 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]	Harlianne tilted her head slightly, before bursting out laughing. They called her Mad Eyes for a reason and there was that glint. [color=#0099cc]"Fuck, yorn't jokin',"[/color] Harlianne said, shaking her head slightly. The entire story was outlandish to her and that made it completely brilliant. There had been talk about Alucard's errand and how deadly it was, but this was insane. And Harlianne [i]loved that.[/i] It was so absurdly impossible that it energized her. [color=0099cc]"But wiv the chuffin' kid-I don't want ter 'ave ter deal wiv 'er. So yer eever mind 'er or she stays on the island, got it?"[/color] Harlianne then added, with a bit of finality that suggested it was the end of that conversation topic.

	[color=0099cc]"Now Alucard, i'n it?..I don't give a fuck wot 'e's doin'. I care about us completin' this job and gettin' paid, i'n it? We ain't the bleedin' authorities and we ain't gonna be. We'll give that scroll a 'ave a look, figure out 'ow ter save us own necks, and then it's business as usual."[/color]

	Luisa had started to cry again, clinging closer to Sirena while Harlianne rolled her eyes. She didn't mind having a kid on her ship, but she didn't like small children. She could tolerate Luisa but nothing more than that. They made getting business done a pain and they were greedier than any pirate Harlianne had ever known. If Luisa was out of sight, that'd be the ideal arrangement for Harlianne. [color=0099cc]"Yer able ter read that scroll yet, then, eh? Wot language h is it in again, French?"[/color] However, Harlianne's question was practically forgotten as Isaac came over. Harlianne raised an eyebrow and gave Sirena a look that practically said [i]your problem, mate[/i]. Harlianne decided to let Sirena deal with Isaac--he clearly knew her, though Harlianne didn't know if that was good or bad in this situation.[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]	As Millicent entered the room unannounced, a hatchet flew through the air, impaling itself into the doorframe just inches from Millicent's head. Virginia held another hatchet at the ready, a small one that was easily concealed in the folds of a dress, her countenance the very picture of serenity. She did not panic at all. [color=9999ff]"That was a warning,"[/color] Virginia stressed, though she listened to what Millicent had to say. Once Millicent finished, Virginia set down the second hatchet on the nightstand and stood. She crossed the room and paused next to Millicent, before pulling the hatchet from the wall. 

	[color=9999ff]"You may impose upon me,"[/color] Virginia answered softly, inches away from Millicent. [color=9999ff]"As for the ship they serve on, I do not know,"[/color] Virginia admitted, before walking across the room. [color=9999ff]"What business do you have that would concern the Lord and Lady Dywell?"[/color] Those names would warrant some recognition from Millicent, tying back to her days with the Monarchs. There are certain families in London who hold considerable power in the underworld. The Crypts are one, possessing the Earldom of Dywell and causing more than a few bodies to turn up. It was rumored that the Dowager Countess' Ladies Companion, Jean Waverly, had slipped arsenic in the Dowager Countess' tea, only to later be killed in revenge by the Dowager Countess' granddaughter, Lady Virginia. 

	Meanwhile, Aravis nodded at Elissa and Anastasia. It was high time she met the Captain she'd be working for. [color=f7976a]"Lead the way, then, Anastasia,"[/color] Aravis said. She figured the boat would be at the docks but that didn't mean the Captain was there, after all. [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]	Jean checked Alice for a pulse and was grateful to find one was there. However, the young girl wasn't waking up. She looked like Sleeping Beauty as she stayed on the floor of the tavern. Biting her lip, Jean turned to see a man approaching them. "See if the barkeep has some smelling salts," Waverly said, not caring to inquire as to Edgard's position. "It must have been the shock."

	Édouard raised an eyebrow and snickered, seeing a little woman talk to Edgard like that. He couldn't wait to see what the famed Baron of Blood and Fire would do. If he was lucky, there'd be more entertainment. Edgard always provided the best violence, one of the reasons he liked the man. It wasn't Edgard's fault that he had poor taste in women and happened to fall in love with Alisanne. Of course, it also didn't seem to register with Édouard that his fiancée had fainted and that he would be expected to help her. 

	Whoever would approach the barkeep to ask for smelling salts would be fortunate. They just so happened to keep some in the back, just in case anyone needs to be revived quickly. It helps them to tell the difference between the unconscious and the corpses. After barroom brawls, it can be hard to tell the difference, am I right? And they broke their last small mirror ages back, so they can't even check for life that way.