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

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oSx0JOAXX0][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Broken Crown" by Sharm (Cover)[/I][/color][/url]
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	There was a dark glint to Sirena's lovely blue eyes as she watched Isaac closely. The corner of her lips tugged up into a sly smirk, which seemed to be a characteristic of hers. She relished in the power she held over him. She was accustomed to the way she could enthrall men, but little did she ever inspire fear in them. How could she? She had a slender 5'6" frame that was more alluring than threatening. Her wit, confidence, and determination were surely the only qualities about her that could inspire such fear. And yet, here this man was with fear in his eyes when she had not even raised a blade at him. She realized there was more going on here than meets the eye, a reason for his reaction. Perhaps he was still butthurt over her shooting him down. But why the fear? She gave him a once over as if that would provide her greater insight. 

	[color=66CDAA]"I am afraid the past clings to me greater than most. Don't expect different results from the last time I shot you down. We are crewmates, nothing more and nothing less,"[/color] she finally replied. She then turned on her heels and started to walk off, with Luisa still clinging to her leg. However, she paused midstride at Isaac's last statement. She didn't turn back to face him fully, instead looking at him over her shoulder. [color=66CDAA]"If this is about the cursed flask that a Mr. Alucard is commissioning people to retrieve, we are all well aware. And I have personally already scrounged plenty of information for that journey,"[/color] she scoffed. She then faced forward once more and made her way over to Harlianne.     

	As Sirena neared Harlianne, Luisa spoke up out of the blue. However, she wasn't prepared for the words that came from the little girl's mouth. A chill ran down her spine. [color=66CDAA]"You did want now?"[/color] Sirena exclaimed, her voice alarmed. She looked over at Harlianne with wide eyes and then back down at Luisa. If the little girl drank from the flask, then her fate was sealed. She was a goner, surely. It explains her mother's disappearance. However, it was peculiar that she had not perished at the same time as her mother. Sirena's brows furrowed, and her hand softly caressed the girl's face. There was nothing she could do to protect her from the curse, and it honestly saddened her. She let out a small shuttering breath as she closed her eyes for a moment. When her eyes opened again, they were mostly devoid of emotion. She then knelt down to get eyelevel with Luisa. [color=66CDAA]"¿Qué bruja?"[/color] she inquired, changing the subject. 
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern – Port of Tortuga

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9w11qnvcJFA][color=B22222]- [I]"Ain't No Grave" by Hidden Citizens ft. Adam Christopher[/I][/color][/url]
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	Edgard sent a stormy eyed glare in Jean's direction when she incessantly instructed [I]him[/I] to retrieve smelling salts. If she actually thought he would do a servant's job, she was terribly mistaken. He held back an amused smirk at her other statement. So the honorable Alice Blackwood did not wish to marry into La Fraternité du Sang after all? Well, this should prove rather interesting. To break off this arranged marriage, this alliance in the making, was surely a death sentence for her family. It would be their blood on her hands. He highly doubted the diminutive young noblewoman could live with that on her conscience.
	
	He strode over to the spot he had previously occupied. His rum was still there on the table, where it had been left seemingly forgotten. He unceremoniously plopped down into the chair before propping his feet up on the table. He wanted to get comfortable for the "show" that was about to unfold. He reached out and absentmindedly grabbed his mug of rum as he watched Édouard. He had nearly brought the rim of the mug to his lips when he suddenly paused. His thoughts flitted back to how Margot, and nearly Alisanne, was killed with cyanide. A grimace crossed his features, and he promptly set the mug of rum aside. He would need to be more careful from here on out, for who knows if he was the next target. 

	He looked up as Édouard shot him a glance. His lips twitched up into a small, seemingly amused smirk. However, there was still a dark glint to his eyes. If Margot could so easily be killed by cyanide, which was likely laced in a drink, what's to say that Édouard couldn't as well? A more genuine smirk came to his features at the devilish thought.