[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 - 3:11 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 watched with amusement as Sirena put her talents to use. It was a little awkward, however, due to the little girl clinging to Sirena's leg the entire time. Luisa had no family left and Sirena seemed willing to protect her. That was good enough for the little girl. The thought to mention her mother's friends didn't occur to Luisa, as she instead giggled a bit at what Sirena was doing. 

	"Dejó que mi madre y yo tomáramos un sorbo de un tesoro," Luisa mentioned. "Pero no había una bruja..." Luisa added. That should be enough to cause a chill to run down Sirena's spine. Isaac never said anything about a witch. Everyone else who came into contact with the treasure Mr. Alucard sought was dead, hours after gaining abilities. The logical conclusion...

	Well, Sirena won't have to worry about a child for much longer.

	[color=#0099cc]"'e didn't say nuffink about a witch,"[/color] Harlianne observed, raising an eyebrow. She understood Spanish, after all. [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]: Heading to the Docks - Port of Tortuga [/center][hr][hr]	Aravis thought about it as they walked, allowing Elissa to ask the first question. There were several basics that she supposed should be asked, but her mind was still filled with thoughts of the adventure they might have. Sure, some captains were brilliant and others were...well, mutinies happen for a reason. But per the Pirate's Code, any captain was elected to the position. The only exception was a newly formed crew--then, whoever supplied the boat tended to be captain and no one argued until later on, when they'd leave the captain marooned on an island with a single bullet in a revolver. 	

	[color=f7976a]"What sort of person is your captain?"[/color] Aravis asked. She had already made her judgments about Anastasia. The woman was tough but fair, a bit dangerous but kind. She didn't feel a need to ask too many specifics about her. Those stories would come out on their own. 

	Virginia's hands glided across the hatchet blade. Her touch was light and delicate, almost void of pressure, as to prevent injury. [color=9999ff]"My father taught me to throw hatchets when I was small. It was in preparation for one day dancing the Mamushka. My mother...They call her unhinged. They married the day he arranged for her release from the asylum. And my brother, sweet little James...He is a promising arsonist, having burned down Whimsley Manor,"[/color] Virginia said. [color=9999ff]"Crypts are not so easily killed. You will find them alive."[/color] From her tone, it is clear that the conversation is over.[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 smirked a bit at Edgard's comments, staring back at him with a similar intensity and fierceness. If Edgard was the Baron of Blood and Fire, Jean might be described as the Lady of Bones and Ice. She had experienced a great deal in her life, despite her young age, and she wasn't easily scared by another peer attempting to through their weight around. 

	"Fetch some smelling salts," Jean instructed once more. Alice still wasn't coming to, but at least she was breathing. There was no indication as to whether or not Edgard's words reached her. "She does not wish to marry into an organization of murderers and thieves," Jean then added, hardly resisting the temptation to roll her eyes at Edgard's speech. 

	Édouard paused for a moment, thinking of the words that Edgard said to him. However, instead of inspiring doubt or fear, Édouard simply shrugged. This wasn't a marriage for love or passion, like Edgard and Alisanne. No, this was all about collecting power and wealth. Édouard didn't care for the woman lying on the floor and while Édouard didn't understand Jean's words, Alice didn't care for Édouard either. Irony, no? The couple without love is together, while the couple with love may have just been torn apart by death itself. 

	[color=cc6699]"Ça m'est égal,"[/color] Édouard shrugged, before striding over to his fiancée. He nudged the girl's body with his foot, as if that would somehow help. He then shot a glance back at Edgard that seemed to say [i]well, tried my best[/i]. And this was the man who would lead La Fraternité du Sang instead of Edgard and Alisanne...