[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/tznya388f/strange.png[/img][hr][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5_gkn3iLP0[/youtube][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Caribbean: April 5th, 1719 - 4:50 AM 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] Septima screamed, curling her fists in rage. Her lengthy nails dug into her skin but she didn't care. The pain was good, helpful even as it allowed her to focus on the task at hand. Closing her eyes, Septima took centering and calming breaths. She uncurled her hands and stretched her fingertips out, attempting to sense the magic surrounding her. If done properly, she may be able to sense the enormous amount of magic radiated by the flask - allowing her to find it. 

	"By the Mother, Crane, and the Daughter..." Septima muttered under her breath. She couldn't pinpoint a single location for the flask. By her senses, it truly was [i]everywhere.[/i] But how was that even possible? Its magic must have been playing tricks on her, blinding her senses. 

	[i][color=E97E99][b]Millicent:[/b][/color][/i] By some stroke of luck, Millicent's technique works - for the most part. Although she ducks past the beast without any harm, it awakens from its slumber and howls. It cranes its heads towards her, attempting to rip her apart, but she's already just out of reach. At any rate, [b]everyone can hear the howling of the gigantic dog.[/b] It's going to draw attention to her - that isn't likely to be good. However, there's no way that she can slip past the dog again. The only way to move is forward. 

	The space Millicent has entered is strangely bright. The light is not uncomfortable and it hasn't caused the room to heat too much. Imagine the perfect sunny day, where the glare isn't in your eyes but you can feel the warmth gently on your skin - this is exactly like that. The whispers in a strange language are growing stronger, only now she can make out some of the words. [i]Sigrs...Aesir...[/i] Their meaning, of course, does not make a great deal of sense. Yet sitting in the center of the cavern is the flask. For a flask that everyone has gone to such trouble over, it's rather small. There are far more ornate flasks in the castles of England and France. 

	[i][color=66CDAA][b]Sirena:[/b][/color][/i] The ship continues to be battered by the waves, whether it is real or an illusion. As the water hits Sirena, it will feel as real as any other time. The wind in her face could not be any truer. The bucket Harlianne tossed towards her, to use in order to get some of the water out of the vessel, hurt just like a real bucket as it smacked Sirena in the face, hitting her nose.  

	[color=#0099cc]"Sirena, right, woss the chuffin' matter wiv yer? Yor goin' on nonsense,"[/color] Harlianne replied, taking up her own bucket and futilely attempting to get the water out of her boat. Just as she tossed water out, the waves just sent more in. She continued on with the routine for another minute or so, before turning around and looking at Sirena. She [i]did[/i] seem to be awfully shaken. And she hadn't been on the ship a moment before...had she? She couldn't remember Sirena, yet at the same time, it didn't seem unusual for her to be here. 

	[color=0099cc]"I'll kill yer dead if this boat sinks."[/color]

	[i][color=cyan][b]Anna:[/b][/color][/i] For the moment, the shark seems content to feast on Anna's leg. The water around the shark had a soft, shimmering cloud of blood. Of course, the leg isn't going to entertain the shark for long. It may very well be in the mood for seconds. Yet perhaps not all hope is lost - as she looks around for some sort of weapon, she'll notice a strangely crafted saber. It seems to be made of an unknown black metal. She wouldn't be a pirate if she couldn't swashbuckle so...good luck! 

	[i][color=662d91][b]Elissa[/b][/color][/i]: Well....Elissa manages to make it into the tunnel system, but she has some company. About half of the swarm follows her inside. They continue to rip and tear as they bite her. As she walks, she's leaving behind a small floating trail of blood. Hopefully there aren't any other creatures around that are attracted to blood, right? It'd be such a shame if there was a shark... However, on the bright side, she can feel that the flask is incredibly near. It's in the direction the strange howling noise came from...So that's fun, right?