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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] On board the [I]Bellona[/I] (Port of Tortuga)

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	Sirena did not blame Harlianne for laughing. The whole situation was absurd and utterly hard to believe. Hell, she had seen it all firsthand, and yet she still had a hard time believing it. Her brows furrowed, and she looked down at Luisa when Harlianne spoke about her. God, what was she supposed to do? She did not know how to properly take care of a child, let alone how to be a mother. Growing up she did not have a good role model to teach her such things. No, her own mother was anything but a mother. As far as Sirena saw it, the woman was really only a mother in the biological sense of the word. Sure, Sirena was fed, had clothes on her back, and a roof over her head, but to what end? All her mother did was manipulate and use her, and she was put in harm's way time and time again. A mother is suppose to protect her child and to make that child into a better version of herself. Granted, the struggles ultimately had made her into the strong woman she was today. But truth be told, under her cool, alluring exterior, she was broken. How could a broken person possibly care for a fragile little girl? By being better than her demons and not repeating their past mistakes. She couldn't repair the damage that had been dealt to her, but she most certainly could prevent someone else from suffering a similar fate. Perhaps there was still some good left in her after all.

	Sirena looked back up at Harlianne, nodding her head in understanding. There was a glint of newfound determination in her blue eyes. She would not let a measly child leave her defeated. No, she would make this work, at least until a better option came along, if it ever did. This child was under her protection for the time being, and anyone who dared try to harm Luisa would meet Sirena's iron fist. She pursed her lips at Harlianne's next statements. She still wanted to figure out what Mr. Alucard was hiding, out of her own stubborn curiosity and vengefulness. However, it seemed that it would have to go on the backburner. Sirena looked down sharply, her eyes widening as Luisa began to cry [I]again[/I]. She let out a sigh and rubbed her temple with her fingers as her gaze went back to Harlianne. She was about to reply to her captain's question when an oddly familiar voice spoke up. 

	Her head whipped to the side to see the culprit. [I]Oh, hell no,[/I] she thought as she recognized the man. Isaac was one of the many men who had unsuccessfully tried to charm her. However, he had been particularly persistent, meaning she had to shoot him down a bit more bluntly than most. As far as she was concerned, he was basically another Édouard. He wasn't as naïve, but he certainly was as annoying. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke. [I]Acquaintances? Over my dead body. Does he actually think we are friends?[/I] His odd demeanor, the way in which he wouldn't meet her gaze, contradicted his statements. She had power over him. A devilish smirk came to her features at the realization. Her attention was pulled away from Isaac for a moment at the look on Harlianne's face. She gave her a scowl in return, but it was mostly halfhearted. 

	Sirena's gaze went back to Isaac. Her smirk returned, and there was an indecipherable glint to her eyes. She walked towards him. Moving around was made more difficult and awkward by Luisa, but she still managed to do it. And she did it with notably unfazed confidence. She began to slowly circle him as her fingers lightly grazed his chest, shoulders, and back. [color=66CDAA]"So, you are asking me for help now, huh? Well, you are in luck. Captain Harlianne is in need of a crew,"[/color] she stated, her voice soft and alluring. She finally stopped back in front him. And just as quickly as she had turned on the charm, her countenance suddenly hardened. Her voice now held an iciness to it. [color=66CDAA]"Let me make one thing clear. If you double-cross us, I will ruin you. Do I make myself clear?"[/color] 
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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=-ffPA9Srlq4]"Prey for Me" by Korn[/url] 

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	[color=B22222]"Do I look like a bloody servant?!"[/color] Edgard spat. He quickly closed the distance between them, until his muscular 6'1" form was towering over the comparatively diminutive women. He then knelt down until he was eyelevel with Jean. His eyes were a raging storm of endless blue. [color=B22222]"No, I am Lord Edgard Pyrbeest, the Baron of Blood and Fire. I am the fiancé of Alisanne Riviere and the quartermaster of Édouard. I suggest you either show me some respect, or I will make you fear me,"[/color] he growled in her face. His gaze then moved to take in the practically lifeless form of Alice Blackwood. Unlike Édouard, Edgard liked his women strong. He despised weakness, regardless of what form it came in. Pleasing to the eyes or not, it was all the same to him. Alice Blackwood was no expectation. She was the epitome of weakness. She was certainly a lame excuse for a wife, let alone a leader of La Fraternité du Sang. If Édouard was smart, he would marry the woman, take her title and power, and then dispose of her as quickly as possible. But who was he kidding? Édouard was just as weak. Perhaps that meant that they'd make the perfect couple. There was amusement in Edgard's eyes as he straightened back up to his full height, before looking down at the women once more.

	[color=B22222]"So this is the Alice Blackwood?"[/color] he scoffed, as a sly grin came to his features. [color=B22222]"And how does she expect to marry into La Fraternité du Sang when she cannot even handle the sight of a dead body? I actually considered that a rather clean kill. How is she going to handle seeing a man gutted? How is she going to feel at hearing the sounds of men screaming as they are tortured for information? She will surely break."[/color] There was a devilish glint to his eyes now. He hoped that even in her unconscious state Alice could hear every single word he said. He hoped it hit her to the core and put fear and doubt into her very essence. He hoped it would break her. Without another word, he spun on his heels and cockily strode over to Édouard. The man likely hadn't understood a word of what his quartermaster had said, and even if he had, Edgard didn't really care. Actually, his words could potentially put doubt into Édouard himself. Perhaps Edgard had picked up a thing or two from Alisanne. She always liked to play mind games, after all.

	[color=B22222]"Il semblerait que votre fiancée Alice Blackwood s'est évanouie à la vue de mes tueries. Je l'attendais, mais je ne pense pas que ce soit ma place. Elle est tout à vous après tout,"[/color] he stated as he walked up to Édouard. He then clapped the man on the back as he passed him. [color=B22222]"Amusez-vous avec ça.[/color]