[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170613/f3495278dd3e95939ac9306cc0903cb6.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3ov9k6BrDNhQVPO0Ny/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Docks near the [I]Bellona[/I] (Port of Tortuga) [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170930/27f014ba96396a8508564ae14838f81a.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170930/9d6eaa261ee3175a36a6845bd7a11e8a.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4W9l8ePxH28][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons[/I][/color][/url] [/center][hr][hr] Something changed in Sirena. It was like a switch had been flipped on in her mind. Her feet moved barely of their own accord, while her question was lost to the wind. She stepped down from the deck of the Bellona onto the docks. The carnage seemed to call to something deep within her, drawing her closer and further into its depths. With light steps, she carefully maneuvered over and around the dozens of bodies that littered the docks. The weight of her blood drenched clothes was the only thing that seemed to ground her in reality. This was all too surreal. It would make sense for one to be disturbed given the circumstances, and at one point she was. But now, she was--she was entranced? Her brows furrowed, and her stomach knotted up increasingly the further she went into the horde of corpses. She felt weaker by the second, succumbing to the foreign sensation that was weighing her down. She involuntarily licked her lips. She felt parched, and her stomach felt like it had been empty for days. She was quickly being consumed by the hunger, but it wasn't for food or water. It was for something else. She couldn't quite put her finger on it just yet. Her blue eyes looked down at the corpses that surrounded her, and no sooner had she done that did she realize that she couldn't look away. She was entranced. Her breaths came in and out more rapidly, and she shook as she got down onto her knees. She had an unbearable urge for [color=66CDAA]"blood."[/color] The word didn't sit well on her tongue, but it mattered not. Nothing could stop the hunger except for what she hungered for. Sirena touched her head and then looked down at her hand to see that it had come back with some fresh blood. Her hand shook as she brought it to her mouth and tasted the bitter, coppery substance. She licked up the blood that began to trickle down the corner of her mouth. She barely had time to reflect upon the taste of it when Harlianne's voice suddenly broke through to her. Her head whipped to the side, and her eyes widened at her best friend's exclamation. Harlianne didn't recognize her? What the hell was happening to both of them?! They were both alive but clearly not themselves. She cautiously got to her feet as she eyed the bared cutlass in her Harlianne's hand. [color=66CDAA]"I-I honestly don't know anymore,"[/color] she replied in a shaky voice. And her statement wasn't that far from the truth. [hr][hr] [hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170629/6b97076df64c5044e82333e282e2fda1.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3ohryAVa4MCR2rj1Re/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern – Port of Tortuga [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170930/325b2fb056849152cf6d21179cc8e827.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170930/9004233503f25b5d78b2827a1a0bf2aa.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ffPA9Srlq4][color=B22222]- [I]"Prey For Me" by Korn[/I][/color][/url] [/center][hr][hr] How could something that felt so real be a sham? Edgard did not think it was possible for one to feel the touch of another's skin and yet that person not truly be there. Who would believe such a thing, especially when their heart and soul had been yearning to see that loved one again? Perhaps it was naïve of the man to not dismiss this as a powerful delusion, considering not that long ago he had learned that an attempt had been made on her life. However, the truth of the matter was that if he had one weakness and one blind spot, it was surely Alisanne. She was the sole person in this world whom he loved and care for. Death and destruction was the only other thing that could ever capture his heart, but even that was fleeting in comparison. Edgard's lips reluctantly left Alisanne's, and he pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against hers. He shook his head slightly at her chuckle, with a surprisingly lighthearted smirk coming to his features. He did not comment about her lack of affection in return because at the moment he did not really care. He was just beyond glad to see her again. Besides, showing emotion had never really been her thing. He was the fire to her ice. His gaze followed hers to what remained of Édouard's crew. There appeared to only be twelve men left. His attention went back to Alisanne as she spoke up. His smirk grew at her words, and a dark glint that she was all too familiar with came to his stormy blue eyes. [color=B22222]"As you wish, mademoiselle,"[/color] he whispered in her ear. He then slowly backed away from her and gave her a wink before turning to face the measly crew. His countenance darkened at seeing them huddling in the corners like scared little children. His nostrils flared slightly. They were weak. He will greatly enjoy their demise. [color=B22222]"Sur vos pieds, vos lâches!"[/color] he commanded ferociously. [color=B22222]"Et alignement devant moi."[/color] The twelve crew members seemed to look amongst one another for a moment before quickly obeying his command. It would seem that their fear of retribution for disobeying him was greater than their fear of being close to him. That would be the last mistake these ignorant fools made. Once they had lined up in front of him, he unexpectedly unsheathed his cutlass, sending a bolt of fear through them all. [color=B22222]"Si vous fléchissez, vous mourez,"[/color] he warned them with a growl. The irony of the situation was that it did not matter what they did. They were all going to die anyways, but they did not need to know that. He raised his cutlass and pointed it at them as he walked slowly down the line. His gaze bored into each of them, and he could see them beginning to sweat out of nervousness. However, they all held pretty unflinchingly still, believing that would keep them alive. How naïve. He stopped at the last man in the line, who was closest to the exit of the tavern. In the end, when all hell broke loose, they would have to go through Edgard to escape. He lowered his cutlass slowly, giving them a false sense of hope. Just as they started to relax, he suddenly brought up his blade, and in one swift mood, he practically decapitated the nearest crew member. The others tried to unsuccessfully hide their horror, and yet they still remained in their line up, as if that would save them. How foolish. He hacked two more down before the lot of them seemed to figure out what was up, that Edgard Pyrbeest, the Baron of Blood and Fire, was on a killing spree. Some tried to make a run for it just to be cut off and cut down by him. Others tried to protect themselves with their own blades just to be gutted. One couldn't easily beat him in a sword fight after all. One man slipped past him, so he quickly pulled out his pistol, cocked it, and fired. Needless to say, that man wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. By the time Edgard had dispatched all twelve crew members, he had worked up a decent sweat. His face was coated with sweat and blood, and his already blood soaked clothing was further drenched. He looked at his handiwork for a moment with a devilish smirk and a sense of twisted pride. Body parts, guts, and blood covered the tavern floor. Talk about a productive day. He sheathed his cutlass and strode back over to Alisanne triumphantly.