[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 - 4:41 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 all the bloody rum always gone?"[/color] Harlianne grumbled. The [i]Styx[/i] still hadn't managed to get into range, due to the beautiful wreckage of the [i]Octobris[/i] getting in the way. Harlianne didn't know how long it would be until her ship was under attack once more, but she had decided that she deserved rum. And when she went down to the stores and noticed that there was no rum at all, she was disappointed to say the least. She picked up an empty jug and tipped it back, hitting the side of it to try to get out a final drop. She had no such luck. 

	[color=0099cc]"Sirena, Anna, we need rum! Oi!"[/color] Harlianne shouted, hardly thinking about it. Her heart sank as she remembered once more seeing Sirena's lifeless body. She wanted to believe that Anastasia was still alive - but the destruction in Tortuga told her otherwise. She couldn't even understand why she was still breathing, much less what exactly had happened. Wandering out of the store room, she wiped a bit of the powder off of her face. The [i]Styx[/i] would fire on her ship eventually. She couldn't sail it by herself. Yet she wasn't going to abandon it - she had stolen the [i]Bellona[/i], fair and square. It was hers and she deeply believed that a captain should go down with their ship. 

	Would she get lucky a second time and be able to take down the [i]Styx[/i]? She couldn't say. She patted the walls of her ship as she paced back and forth, attempting to come up with the next harebrained scheme. 

	Meanwhile, on the deck of the [i]Styx[/i], Margot shot a confused look towards her sister. What on Earth was Edgard so upset about? Had he somehow discovered the plan to end his life? She never took him for a particularly perceptive or clever one. His talent was bloodshed and nothing more. [color=lightyellow]"Watashi wa kare ga kurutta to omou,"[/color] Margot commented, switching to Japanese. It was a language of privacy for her and her sister. 

	[color=#b5ccf2]"Īe, moshi kare ga kurutte itara, korehaomoshiroideshou,"[/color] Alisanne replied harshly. While Edgard may have been seeing Alisanne all this time, that didn't mean Alisanne recalled seeing Edgard. All she knew was that her fiancé - who she had every intention of torturing for information and then murdering - was shaking his fist at her angrily.
 [color=b5ccf2]"Reigi o wasurete - watashitachiha chūshutsu kara hajimerudeshou. Heya wa junbi sa rete imasu ka?"[/color]

	[color=lightyellow]"Yes, it's all been sorted,"[/color] Margot replied, switching back into English. 

	[color=#b5ccf2]"Good. Captain, my sister and I will be headed to shore. Do whatever you must to take out that remaining vessel. Prepare a group of men - no more than four - to join us."[/color]

	[color=#b5ccf2]"...Captain?! Captain?!"[/color] Alisanne repeated, clenching her fists with anger. The English were always so unreliable. She'd kill them too, when the time was right. [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]	Édouard perked up as Sirena's wink, throwing back another wink of his own. He had a clear [i]come hither[/i] face on. While he didn't understand much of what was going on, there were some things that even Édouard was not too thick to grasp. One of these was a beautiful and fierce woman when he saw one. And from what he could recall, he had had quite an enjoyable evening with Sirena before. [color=#cc6699]"On peut la casser,"[/color] Édouard suggested, his eyes darting towards the flask. If he couldn't have it, it might as well be broken. 

	At Sirena's words, the flask shook slightly in Millicent's hand. It caught Septima's eye and she smiled crookedly, brushing off Elissa's comments in German. She had more important details to concern herself with now. [color=f7976a]"I've heard about this flask before,"[/color] Aravis said, her eyes wide. [color=f7976a]"It's an oral legend, but...Here it is. It's real."[/color] She was obsessed with stories, priding herself on storytelling. Hell, earlier that day, she had agreed to buy Elissa a drink in exchange for a story. It had been a while since she heard the story of the flask, but she remembered it vividly. [color=f7976a]"Mere sitaaron..."[/color] she muttered. 

	Caroline regarded Millicent uneasily. She already knew that Millicent would hate her answer, from what she had observed about her. "Not without cost," Caroline said simply. "The flask has many gifts - some that require a more Ancient Path."