[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/pmms6jjdb/e97603c96b0463c7cd7af20a4ccf9add.png[/img][hr][img]https://s9.postimg.org/cih7tx473/gallion-ships-animated-gif.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Caribbean: April 9th, 1719 - 4:37 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][h1][color=#0099cc]Harlianne James[/color][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.org/4cz5vtl3z/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=#0099cc][b]Location[/b][/color]: Port of Tortuga Docks[/center][hr][hr]	[color=#0099cc]"W's the chuffin' rum, isit? I've earned some,"[/color] Harlianne said to herself, still cackling gleefully at the sight in front of her. While an entire crew had just lost their lives in an admittedly spectacular fashion, it wasn't [i]her[/i] crew. She was a fierce fighter and protective of Sirena and Anastasia, but when it came to others, she could care less. She saved her skin - that was what mattered at the end of the day. To add to her joy, as she saw the [i]Styx[/i] attempt to swing into position to attack the [i]Bellona[/i], the flaming wreckage of the [i]Octobris[/i] was in the way. They couldn't fire on her from any decent angle. 

	[color=#0099cc]"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."[/color] Harlianne sang softly. For the moment, she had won the battle against a navy fleet. Seemed Mad Eyes wasn't so mad after all.

	Meanwhile, on the deck of the [i]Styx[/i], Alisanne spotted her fiancé over on the ground. There had been another with him for a fleeting moment. She smiled softly to herself - of course he had survived. She admired that quality about him, and if she were truly capable of love, it would have been what endeared him to her. 

	[color=lightyellow]"Shall I take care of this?"[/color] Margot asked. She was tempted to give a little wave to Edgard, yet Alisanne was so still. The sisters worked best by playing with one another's strengths. For Alisanne, it was the mind. And for Margot, it was the body. In matters of the psyche, Margot always deferred to her elder sister. She came up with the most wicked inventions. 

	[color=#b5ccf2]"Not yet,"[/color] Alisanne said coolly. [color=#b5ccf2]"We will wait for the opportune moment. For now, he may have information that would prove useful to us."[/color]

	[color=lightyellow]"Don't tell me you care for him, sister,"[/color] Margot chided. 

	[color=#b5ccf2]"Of course,"[/color] Alisanne said, turning to glance at Edgard from a distance. [color=#b5ccf2]"Yet that only furthers the necessity for his death. He is a weakness."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color] & [color=f7976a]Aravis Zacharia[/color][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.org/56gv93pdr/edara.gif[/img][hr][color=#cc6699][b]Location[/b][/color]: the Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga[/center][hr][hr]	Septima rolled her eyes at Elissa, snorting slightly. "Sunt roma. Te înțeleg, copilule. Urmăriți-vă limba sau vă voi urmări," Septima muttered, before switching from Romanian to German. "Sie verschwenden Ihre Kreativität auf Beleidigungen." To most, the word [i]Roma[/i] would stick out. It would explain Septima's accent - soft when she was in control, yet more apparent the more emotional and outraged she became. The [i]Roma[/i] traveled greatly in this time period, yet Septima's history was still puzzling. She was the sister of an earl - how was she a gypsy migrant? How did she come to be a witch?

	[color=#cc6699]"Tu ferais bien de penser avant de marcher,"[/color] Édouard repeated mockingly. Just as Septima was clearly angered, so was Édouard becoming moody. The attention wasn't on him, he didn't understand what was going on, and a [i]woman[/i] seemed to hold the most powerful object in the world. And then she just [i]had[/i] to switch into English again, the dirty tongue. 

	Aravis blinked, clearly shocked, as she ran into the Misty Mire. She had intended to merely shelter in one of the huts, but from what she could tell, there was some sort of ghostly gathering. She recognized several people - namely Elissa and Anastasia. A tear slid down her face, but she smiled at the same time. There was an afterlife for them, then - their stories were not quite yet over. [color=f7976a]"Elissa...What happened?"[/color] Aravis asked simply. 

	[color=f7976a]"But you should know...The English navy is here. They're firing on the ships,"[/color] Aravis added quickly. [color=f7976a]"We'll be stranded."[/color] Her eyes widened as Septima was thrown by Millicent. She had never seen power like that before, though she had heard tales. Was this the flask from those myths and legends - the flask that embodied the Goddess of Magic? Her eyes darted back towards Millicent - could it be?

	[color=f7976a]"Hecate?"[/color] Aravis asked slowly.