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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=6oSx0JOAXX0][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Broken Crown" by Sharm[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena pursed her lips, her attention returning to Septima as the witch took center stage. Her blue eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. What right did this witch have to lead this group of strangers? Indeed the woman was undoubtedly intelligent and powerful, but the presence of such does not equate to hard earned respect and trust. Sirena did not trust this woman by any means. Granted, trust had never really come easily for her. In certain ways, Septima and Sirena were alike. They were both deceptive, stubborn, and impudent; however, they each thirsted for a different kind of power. Septima wanted power over people and over mankind as a whole, but Sirena only truly wanted the power to be herself. She wanted freedom forevermore. Yet she was never exceptionally keen on buying her freedom through bloodshed. So the question that ran through her mind right then was this. If the flask bought her freedom through mass bloodshed, was it truly worth it?  

	The wheels in her brain were turning as she reviewed everything she already knew and took into account everything Septima had to add. She was not one to make a decision uninformed. She glanced over at Édouard when Septima gestured to him. She rolled her eyes at the French man child's clueless reaction before her gaze returned to the witch. [color=66CDAA]"If you are so sure that this will work out to your advantage, then why don't you go first,"[/color] she exclaimed, more as a sly statement than a question. She wasn't about to go first. She wasn't scared, but she also wasn't stupid. If things went south, assuming anything could be worse than death, Septima would get the brunt of it.

	Sirena's attention was then diverted as a stranger approached her. Technically speaking, Anastasia wasn't a stranger to her, but seeing as her friend was possessing another woman's body, it seemed as such. She arched a pale blonde brow as the woman addressed her by name. However, she decided not to question the woman. [color=66CDAA]"My body is out by the docks of Tortuga, near where the Bellona is, or was. You will likely need two hands for the job seeing as my head is detached from my body,"[/color] she replied almost nonchalantly, even giving her a small smile.   
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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=yzVQkO92wNw][color=B22222]- [I]"Play With Fire" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money[/I][/color][/url]
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	An almost awkward silence overcame them as Edgard tried to wrap his mind around having a psychic link with his fiancée. Meanwhile, Alisanne seemed to be enjoying watching him squirm. After all, that did not happen very often. He suddenly straightened up, his jaw clenching and his eyes darkening. He felt like an utter fool, not that he would ever openly admit to that. He had wasted so much time arguing with the psychic link of his fiancée. Who does that?! Crazy people! His love and devotion to Alisanne was surely his greatest weakness and would surely be his greatest downfall.

	His mind recalled what she had said to him before they had gotten into this long, drawn out argument. The flask. She had wanted him to collect the flask. Seeing that she was alive and well, he could do as she asked with a clear conscience. [color=B22222]"Collecting the flask and gaining its power is our mission, is it not?"[/color] he finally spoke up, more as a statement than a question. He drew closer to her but refrained from touching her. He did not particularly want to be struck in the face again, or worse. He eyed her expectantly as she looked out at the open sea.