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

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	Sirena went head over heels backwards to "land" several feet away. Had she been in a corporeal form, the dampness of the Misty Mire would have soaked through her clothes by now, weighing her down, and the grime of the marshy ground would have infiltrated every crevice. Had she been more than just a ghost, a wisp of something that once was, she would have been riddled with bruises and abrasions. But pain was mostly irrelative here, at least that of the more physical kind. Instead the mental torture of knowing you aren't alive but you aren't quite dead either was torture enough. Imagine what that must do to one's mind. 

	Perhaps that's why Sirena was at her wit's end. The patience she was once so adept at was quickly being thrown out the window. She was fed up with life. She was fed up with death. She was fed up with everything. Screw it all. She had nothing but perhaps the remnants of her sanity left to lose. A growl escaped Sirena's pale lips as she pulled herself up, glaring daggers in Millicent's direction. [color=66CDAA]"Enough of this bloody madness! Hand over the flask, or I will pry it from you with my cold, dead hands!"[/color] she spat. She slowly stalked back in the direction she had been thrown from, her eyes trained on Millicent as the woman made her next move. 

	It had yet to fully dawn on Sirena that her body had been returned to her, but in the end, it wouldn't have truly mattered to her anyways. Her body was in pieces. Her life had been left in shambles. The damage seemed irreparable to her. What if the fragments left behind by the flask's curse were never truly meant to be put back together again? 
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Docks – Port of Tortuga

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	In an instant, in the blink of an eye, the tides had turned. Unbeknownst to Edgard, someone had dabbled with the power of the flask and had unwittingly unleashed a monstrosity upon the land of the living. The water immediately surrounding the Styx rippled ominously, almost imperceptiblely at first considering the tumultuous nature of the sea. A creature, a bearer of death, lurked within the water's depths. Edgard's ever stormy blue eyes widened as the Styx began to sink and crewmembers jumped overboard seemingly in desperation. [I]The cowards.[/I] But no sooner did those words, those assumptions, pass through his thoughts did all hell break loose.

	It all seemed to occur in slow motion before Edgard's eyes. The massive tentacles shooting out from the water, sending sprays of water every which way, and wrapping around the ship as if it was only pencil thin. A dull creaking noise of wood giving and inevitably snapping, a sound that could quite possibly be etched into his mind forevermore, could be heard even from where he stood on the docks. His gaze locked onto Alisanne, his beloved fiancée, the only person who ever truly meant anything to him in this world, as her ship was torn in two. His blood ran cold as it dawned on him that she was in the eye of the storm. The only shred of humanity, [I]of love[/I], he had in his heart was about to be destroyed along with his dear sweet Alisanne.

	[color=B22222]"NOOOO!!!!"[/color] he yelled, his primal scream echoing above the sounds of carnage. [color=B22222]"ALISANNE!!!!"[/color] His now wild gaze desperately looked around for something to put a stop to this. To destroy the beast. [I]To save her.[/I] His eyes landed on the Bellona. The ship was miraculously intact after the barrage of cannon fire dealt by the combined forces of the English and French, and more importantly, its cannon was still usable and almost perfectly in line with the Styx. Edgard hightailed it across the docks and onto the deck of the Bellona as adrenaline pumped through his veins.