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

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4W9l8ePxH28][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Broken Crown" by Mumford & Sons[/I][/color][/url]
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	Out of the corner of her pearly blue eyes, Sirena caught Édouard's none too concealed flirtations, but for the moment she ignored him. Her undivided attention was keenly trained on Millicent. Sirena was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But that mattered not, as she was proficient in playing such games. And while others may have the tendency to jump the gun, she was in it for the long haul. She much preferred to fight with choice words and her wits about her rather than resorting to bloodshed. Maybe that made her a pacifist, but at the end of the day, she knew that often times words could cut deeper than blades.

	Her sly smirk faltered slightly and her eyes narrowed when Millicent began to laugh. [I]Did she think this was some kind of joke?[/I] With every passing minute and every arrogant mannerism of the woman, she was ascertained that the flask was in ill-fit hands. The flask hadn't chosen one who could bring about much positive change. Perhaps the magic had more nefarious plans, assuming it had a mind of its own at all. But who was truly worthy of wielding its power for good and good alone? It did not take much contemplation on her part to realize that no one was. The only ones who should wield the power of the gods were the gods and the gods alone. Such power in the hands of sinful, mortal men was destined only for ruin.

	Her eyes darkened for a mere moment at the sobering thought of some of the nefarious men that had come into her life and defiled her having such power. She was now determined more than ever before to put a stop to this--somehow. A sly, confident glint returned to her eyes as she figuratively faced off with Millicent again. [color=66CDAA]"Perhaps I have a solution to your [I]unfortunate[/I] predicament,"[/color] Sirena began as she circled back around Millicent until she was standing beside Édouard again. [color=66CDAA]"If you are so concerned that someone else will come along and take some of your precious power, as demonstrated by how tightly you cling to that little flask--then destroy it. No one else will share it's power then."[/color] 
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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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	Edgard was fuming, his dark blue eyes revealing the raging storm within. He wanted answers, and he wanted them [b][I]now[/I][/b]. Alisanne was keeping things from him, not that that was anything entirely new. His fiancée wasn't exactly an open book, like ever. She was shut off to most apart from her sister Margot, the one she had claimed to have killed. To say that didn't strike a cord of jealousy within him would be a lie, but of course he would never admit to that openly. I guess in a way you could say that he too kept certain thoughts, and particularly feelings, from her. He certainly wasn't some saint in their relationship.

	In the end, none of this truly made sense to him. What was her end game a part from gaining more power and control? One could say that she was too clever for her own good, but it would seem now more than ever before that the truer statement was that she was too clever for [I]his[/I] own good. He let out an annoyed growl and stalked over to the edge of the docks as the [I]Styx[/I] neared. He then stood there a washed in tension, awaiting to face his fiancée and her not so dead sister the very moment they stepped foot ashore.