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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Cavern under the lake (Devil's Triangle)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yo5fE-Zl-V4][color=66CDAA]- [I]"This is the Time (Ballast)" by Nothing More[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena slipped in between people to make her way to the front of the crowd. All the while she took everything in with a soft yet inquisitive gaze. Her brows furrowed when the flask, the very thing that was calling to something deep within her, finally came into her view. Strangely by it was the sleeping form of a man, Mycroft Crypt, the Lord Dywell. Though the temptation of the flask was great, she was not so foolish and lacking in self control to not seek out answers first before even considering heeding its call.

	Her gaze turned to Septima as the woman seemingly chastised the brown haired, blue eyed Millicent. Her head tilted a bit to the side as she listened to the witch's words, which did not make complete sense to Sirena seeing as she wasn't privy to the context of the conversation. Septima's gaze then met hers, as if having sensed her eavesdropping. She returned the woman's raised brow and unspoken words by arching one of her own pale blonde brows. She hoped the woman would elaborate, and that the woman did.

	Sirena's lips thinned at Septima's next words. Her breath left her as she finally put two and two together. This was the flask they had been searching for, as commissioned by Mr. Alucard. It was the flask that had caused such pain and devastation on Tortuga and beyond. It was the reason they were all here, the reason they had lost their lives, and apparently their souls as well. Her jaw clenched, and her blue eyes darkened to something more reminiscent of a stormy night. And yet her eyes also held such intelligence and determination. She promptly approached Septima and Millicent.  

	[color=66CDAA]"I have been enslaved enough in life. I will not be further enslaved in death. What is power without freedom? It is nothing,"[/color] she butted in, her voice strong and assured. [color=66CDAA]"If the flask is all that stands between us and true freedom, we should destroy it. Perhaps then it will release our souls, or perhaps not. Nothing good ever came without a little risk."[/color] Her attention suddenly snapped away as a scream pierced through the dullness of the ocean. She momentarily looked at a loss for words as she watched Mycroft Crypt. She glanced back at Septima with a questioning look before returning to the man as an unsettling smile came to his features. Her gaze eventually drifted past him to Édouard. What did the Frenchman do this time?
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Docks – Port of Tortuga

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6CCcTClgYE][color=B22222]- [I]"Go To War" by Nothing More[/I][/color][/url]
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	Edgard's gaze narrowed on Aravis as the woman spoke. He felt that there was something totally off about her. It was more than just the fact that she seemed completely unfazed by his outburst. No, it was the fact that her demeanor was so emotionless that it seemed almost lifeless, or soulless. He glanced over at Alisanne and ended up doing a double take when he caught her rolling her eyes at him. [color=B22222]"What?!"[/color] he spat as irritably as ever at her.

	Alisanne raised her hand, perhaps to silence him? He didn't really know. His harsh gaze softened slightly as it landed on the ring she wore, the sun glinting off of the metal. A warmth filled him at seeing her wear the ring he had given her, and the corner of his lip pulled up. Apparently in the wake of his distraction and moment of reminiscing he missed the telltale signs that she was pissed. Pain suddenly pulsated through him as she suddenly struck him across the cheek, the force of which slung his head to the side. Genuine shock crossed his features just as he felt a warm liquid trickle down his cheek. 

	He touched his cheek and then pulled back his hand to reveal blood. His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared. A storm brewed in his eyes as his gaze swung back to her, his open glare meeting her narrowed eyes. [color=B22222]"What the hell was that for?!"[/color] he yelled.

	"Je ne suis pas morte, connard!" Alisanne shouted back at him.

	[color=B22222]"J'ai un peu pensé ça! Cela n'explique toujours pas comment vous êtes encore là!"[/color] Edgard growled. Of course he was too embroiled in his current argument to take notice of Anastasia's sudden appearance.