[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/tznya388f/strange.png[/img][hr][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/T8WVipnQ53Vh6/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Caribbean: April 4th, 1719 - 6:50 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=0099cc][b]The Devil's Triangle:[/b][/color]

	[i][color=beige][b]Septima:[/b][/color][/i] The creature's eyes glazed over as the witch's spell took hold. It was a simple one, yet incredibly powerful. It drained the victim of all will and emotion, causing them to become compliant. Septima smiled, allowing herself to relax. "Very good. Now, where is flask?" she asked, her voice heavily accented. Yet the creature's image rippled slightly, before solidifying. The creature was part of the flask's magic - and if it could no longer protect it, it would be terminated. 

	"Everywhere," the creature croaked, its voice echoing ominously throughout the space. Its image rippled again, before crumbling.

	[i][color=E97E99][b]Millicent:[/b][/color][/i] Eventually, the tunnel system appears to come to a stop. It opens up into a gigantic cavern. In the middle of the room, there is a gigantic three headed dog. The creature passes by the dog without disturbing it, before vanishing through a narrow crack of light. Strange whispers in a language she cannot understand seem to come from the opening. While Millicent [i]could[/i] just follow right after the creature, there's no guarantee that the dog will be quite as passive with her. Either way, the flask is near - incredibly near. 

	[i][color=66CDAA][b]Sirena:[/b][/color][/i] As Sirena's body hits the beach, she continues to fall. Her surroundings changed abruptly - one minute, it's Cyprus. The next moment, it's tumultuous waters of the Caribbean. By the island's coastline, it's none other than Port Royal. There is a single ship battling the waves - yet there is plenty of debris littering the waters and the coastline. [url=https://78.media.tumblr.com/c4e3d5124579b27402c36d3894d8fa48/tumblr_oogq0hW8qr1qkqhm5o3_540.gif]There's a single soul[/url] on the deck of that vessel, and as Sirena crashes onto the deck, there's confusion yet relief on their face.

	[color=#0099cc]"Sirena! Right! W the bloomin' bloody hell fire did yer come from, then, eh, luv? Never mind that, right, we need ter cop ter the island - or we'll be meetin' Davy Jones!"[/color] Harlianne called out. A wave crashed up against the ship and the pirate clung to a bit of rigging for dear life. Welcome to Harlianne's reoccurring nightmare. Is it real? Is it just an illusion created by the flask?

	[color=#0099cc]"Sirena! I don't have all bleedin' day!"[/color] Harlianne added, her face scrunched up in annoyance. 

	[i][color=cyan][b]Anna:[/b][/color][/i] Remember how I said you'd hate me, Nal? Well...Anastasia is running out of options. She'll need to come up with something. As she makes a mad dash for the exit, the shark rushes up to her. And when she freezes, it doesn't go away. No, instead it circles her, pausing for a moment. It then darts forward and tears off her left leg from the knee down. The pain is undeniable - but hey! Ghosts don't bleed, so she doesn't need to worry about that! 

	[i][color=662d91][b]Elissa[/b][/color][/i]: The swarm continues to attack her, cutting into her ghostly-flesh(?). If she doesn't escape soon, the pain will be unbearable. Is she near a true death? Or would this be a torture that would last for eternity? Jury's still out on that one. However, she will be able to spot what appears to be a tunnel system. Whispers come from it, in a language that she does not speak yet she understands. The meaning of the words is not something that can be described in words, but in feelings: balance, sorrow and joy, pain and peace, beginning and end. Dark and light.