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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] The Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga 

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	That emotionless void that had overcome Sirena was slowly etched away by Millicent's self righteous behavior. Her blue eyes widened slightly before narrowing on the hateful woman. Needless to say, she didn't take blatant disrespect well. Yet, before her indignation could hardly break down her wall of sorrow, the witch Septima was flung backwards as if she was a mere ragdoll. A gasp left Sirena's incorporeal lips. The impact of [I]magic(?)[/I] had sent the witch head over heels backwards. Sirena was shocked and [I]none too amused[/I]. Sure, the witch had it coming, but still...

	Sirena's attention returned to Millicent, and she bristled at the woman's following words. She shrugged off her previous sorrow like it was just a coat. Now was not the time to shut down. It was the time to stand up. Her blue eyes became piercing as indignation threatened to rear its ugly head. She took a deep calming breath. She wasn't prone to violence, but this woman certainly was. She knew that it would be best if she went in with her head and not her heart. Though, did it even matter? She was already dead. She had nothing to lose. [I]She had nothing to lose.[/I] The corner of her lips pulled up into a smirk, and there was now that familiar sly glint to her eyes.

	[color=66CDAA]"And what did that prove other than the fact that you are a bitch with power now?[/color] she exclaimed. [color=66CDAA]"Don't take me for a fool. You don't intend to help us. And why would we want help from you and your broken crown?"[/color] 

	She quirked a brow at Millicent as she began to circle around her. She glanced down at Édouard and gave him a sly wink before stepping over him and returning her attention to the new "goddess" in town. [color=66CDAA]"If the flask really did choose you, then you shouldn't be afraid that it would choose someone else, now then hmmm?"[/color] she added, her smirk seemingly growing in slyness. 
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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=QqfuVlOE08o][color=B22222]- [I]"Loaded Gun" by Roby Fayer ft. Tom Gefen[/I][/color][/url]
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	A devilish grin came to Edgard's features, and there was a dark glint to his stormy blue eyes. La Fraternité du Sang now had the power of the English within their clutches, and that power was just within his own grasp. Édouard was dead and thus entirely out of the way. Leadership of La Fraternité du Sang would then fall to Alisanne. Marry her, and he would have the best of both worlds so to speak. He would have the love of a lifetime and more power than he could have ever hoped for. Imagine how much more power they would have once they retrieved the flask. It would be power beyond measure. The power to rain hellfire upon the nations, and to purge weakness from these godforsaken lands. Edgard's grin grew at the thought of the carnage he could leave in his wake.

	His eyes scrunched up slightly as he looked at the [I]Styx[/I]. He could make out a woman at the front of the ship. She seemed awfully familiar, what with her black locks and emotionless stare. It was--[I]Alisanne?![/I] His eyes widened, and his grin turned from devilish to genuinely pleased. He had known in his heart and soul that she was alive and well. No one could kill the eldest Riviere daughter, at least not without one hell of a fight. 

	Yet when his gaze shifted slightly to the side, his grin faded, and his eyes became dark and menacing. [I]Margot?! Bloody hell! She was suppose to be dead![/I] Right now Edgard wanted nothing more than to raise that goddamn lying messenger just so he could brutally murder the man again. Then another thought occurred to him. In his psychic connection, or whatever it was, Alisanne had stated that [I]she[/I] had killed her sister. His nostrils flared at the realization that his fiancée had lied to him. Worse yet, she had played him! 

	[color=B22222]"Que diable femme, vous avez des explications à faire!!!"[/color] he yelled as he angrily waved his fist in the air.