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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=gJQTd0aoqHY][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Sinners" by Barns Courtney[/I][/color][/url]
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	Before Millicent could give a reply to Sirena's blatant threat, something changed in the air. A spell had been cast, and a price had was to be paid. Sirena's steely gaze pulled away from Millicent, and she finally took in her surroundings, which had previously gone unnoticed to her in her tirade. Her blue eyes widened, and a small gasp left her parted lips as a dark light shot up into the sky. The bodies of the fallen then began to rise and seemingly come back to life. She glanced around in surprise, noting the incorporeal forms of the others had now disappeared. Her pale blonde brows furrowed in confusion as she looked down at herself. She didn't feel any different. 

	Sirena looked back up, and that's when her eyes landed on her still broken, lifeless body. Her heart sank into her stomach at the realization that the others had been resurrected but she hadn't. She swayed slightly on her feet, and her hands shook at her sides. Her gaze then hardened and swept back to Millicent. She glared openly at the woman. [color=66CDAA]"You! This is your doing!"[/color] she growled, a bit of emotion uncontrollably seeping into her voice. 

	When Édouard came over and pulled Millicent into a quick kiss, the metaphorical daggers she had drawn pointed at him next. [color=66CDAA]"Édouard!"[/color] she exclaimed sharply, before her voice turned into an unheard of growl at him. [color=66CDAA]"Not. Now."[/color]
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Deck of [I]the Bellona[/I] – Port of Tortuga

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzVQkO92wNw][color=B22222]- [I]"Play With Fire" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money[/I][/color][/url]
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	Edgard rushed across the deck of [I]the Bellona[/I], his feet sliding slightly on the slick wood. He slid to a stop in front of the nearest cannon and scrambled to grab what he assumed were the necessary packing materials lying nearby. Did he truly know what he was doing? Well, he got the basic gist of how to load and fire a cannon. So, in other words, not really. What he did know for a fact was that every second spent was precious. That monstrous sea beast was putting the life of his dear fiancée Alisanne in certain peril, and he would not just stand idly by and watch the beast seal her fate. He was no coward. He was no weakling. No, he was the Baron of Blood and Fire.

	He kept glancing up to assess the kraken's position as he shoved various materials into the cannon. Powder. Ball of hay. Cannon ball. And it was ready to be ignited. He pulled out his pocket tinderbox that he always kept on his person and quickly set to work lighting the fuse. He let out a growl of annoyance as he struggled to get it to light. He didn't have time for this! He glanced up again at the kraken, an inkling of desperation seeping into his stormy blue eyes. Finally, second times the charm and the fuse ignites. A cocky gleam returned to his eyes. [color=B22222]"Eat iron bloody kraken!!"[/color] he shouted at the top of his lungs before plugging his ears with his fingers.

	The cannon let out a deafening [I]BOOM[/I] as it hurled the cast-iron cannon ball straight for the kraken. He let out a triumphant shout as the beast was struck dead on. Miraculously, a single shot was all it took to take down the beast. A wicked smirk crossed his features as he watched the beast in its death throes before it sank below the waters depths. Yet his smirk soon faded and his face took on a note of graveness  as he looked out at the vast ocean. Somewhere the ocean still held his Alisanne captive, assuming she was even still alive at all. And that. That hurt him more than anything.