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Guest Writer: [@FantasyChic][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Caribbean: April 9th, 1719 - 5:01 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	It took a certain power Millicent hadn't realized she had to bring the bodies back and input their spirits. The one blonde woman who seemed intent on causing issues appeared to have no desire to get back in her body. In fact, the woman insisted she hand over the flask. What she intended to do with it was beyond her grasp. Hecate spoke in her head as the woman continued to annoy her [color=645A6D]"You humans are interesting creatures. You feel that you have any part in how things are shaped and molded. I do wish this woman would shut up for once. You, Millicent, are different and it is time you realize this."[/color]

	Millicent had been turning recent events over in her head. The flask was hers and it was hers to do what she wished. Hecate made that clear and it was like she knew this already. She faced the woman, her voice a dark echo. [color=E97E99]"Silence, bitch. I am no longer yours to order. The flask is mine and mine alone and you would do well to not anger me further. Go, deal with the petty annoyance."[/color] She referred to the Kraken as the blonde woman and the others rushed to deal with it. What did she care? She could not die.

	As for Édouard. Millicent smiled sweetly after the kiss, placing a hand on his cheek. [color=E97E99]"Cher garcon,"[/color] she said before she stood up and slapped him as hard as she could, [color=E97E99]"Je ne suis plus à ton niveau, imbécile. Inclinez-vous à votre nouvelle règle et je pourrais avoir de l'indulgence pour vous."[/color] With a flick of her wrist, a flush of her dress, and a flip of her hair, she turned to storm on to the beach. It was time to show the world.

	Hecate seemed to smile inside of her. [color=654A6D]"Yes, Millicent. You now realize your station in life. Go, show the others what I mean."[/color] Millicent appeared on the beach, the Kraken having been taken care of. She walked past the others, ignoring their cheers, screams, and glances. She had no time for petty things such as they. They would be dealt with if they interfered (the blonde woman, especially). Millicent glowed purple again as she floated above and on to the Bellona. A beautiful ship, to be sure.

	Such a shame.

	Millicent spoke and her voice echoed inside the minds of those that heard her. It was as if Hecate spoke as well as Millicent. [color=E97E99]"Listen, mortals. I no longer require your aid. I am now above you. I require my true calling and I go to search for it. I leave you with this."[/color] After she spoke, Millicent held up the flask. The desired treasure, the thing that called her especially.

	And she smashed it down on to the deck. Destroying the flask as well as the ship.

	The deck cracked below her. It was as if a cannonball surged through. Splintered boards formed upward. The ocean began to swallow it whole. If anyone was on board, it was best they retreat, but it did not matter to Millicent anymore. [color=E97E99]"Now you see the power I wield. I bid you farewell, for now, mortals. Your queen desires her throne."[/color]
[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]	Harlianne ducked down into the water as Edgard fired off a cannon. While she was on principle irritated that he was on [i]her[/i] ship - she had stolen it fair and square, after all - at least the bloody kraken seemed to be dead. Its form went slack and blood seeped into the water, with Mad Eyes doing her best not to inhale any of it. She wasn't a doctor or a scientist by any means, but she doubted it was healthy. She wanted to kill her liver with alcohol, not with kraken blood. 

	Harlianne broke the surface of the water, just in time to see a floating person hovering above her precious [i]Bellona.[/i] [color=#0099cc]"I've gone mad,"[/color] Harlianne muttered. [color=#0099cc]"For real this time."[/color] Yet her confusion changed to shock and anger as she saw what happened next. The figure threw a projectile at her ship and it tore the [i]Bellona[/i] apart. She then unleashed a bout of swears as she fought to stay above the surface of the water, inhaling a healthy mixture of water and kraken blood in the process. [color=0099cc]"YOU LITTLE WHORE I'M GONNA KILL YOU. THAT WAS MY SHIP. WHY COULDN'T YOU WRECK A DIFFERENT ONE, EH? THERE'S A PERFECTLY FINE SHIP OVER THERE THAT ISN'T MINE YOU FUCKING SKANK!"[/color] 

	[color=E97E99]"You have spirit,"[/color] the figure mused, her voice somehow audible to all. [color=E97E99]"Be grateful I have not decided to end you, mortal."[/color] And then Millicent looked directly upwards, her hand extended. A flash of light appeared as she was struck by what seemed to be lightning. And in the next moment, she vanished. 

	Harlianne squinted. [color=#0099cc]"OI! FUCK! WHERE'D THE 'ARLOT GO?!"[/color] She managed to use a splintered piece of wood - which ship it was from was nearly impossible at this point - to give herself a rest from treading the water. Amongst the wreckage of [i]the Bellona[/i], Edgard was alive and well. Not too far away from him was a still and lifeless form. The woman appeared to have drowned, her eyes open with a glassy quality to them. Her body was still warm to the touch. 

	It was the body of Alisanne Riviere. Her corpse must have been disturbed by the new wreckage and drifted near Edgard. She had been the one to pay the ultimate price - her life had fueled Millicent's last acts of magic before she vanished. [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 gave Sirena a curious glance. Didn't she just hear the conversation he had had with Millicent? He was certain that he was madly in love with her [i]and[/i] she now seemed to be some sort of goddess. There had always been a reason that he liked Millicent and now he was positive of it. He'd marry her in a heartbeat - as soon as he found wherever she had gone off to. Or was it one of those things where she would have to come and find him? [color=#cc6699]"Tais toi,"[/color] Édouard sneered at Sirena. [color=#cc6699]"Tu n'es rien,"[/color] he then taunted. [color=#cc6699]"Mon cœur est à Millicent."[/color]

	Aravis couldn't help but grin, despite the bleakness of the situation. She had her best friend back. They could start a new life together, far away from this island. And while she hadn't quite had her fill of adventure, she knew better than to continue to mess with these forces. She looked up as Millicent ascended, remembering more of the legends and stories that had been told. [color=f7976a]"There's more to the story of the flask,"[/color] Aravis finally said. [color=f7976a]"I am certain that is not the last we will hear of Millicent...Perhaps only in this time."[/color]

	She then offered a hand, pulling Elissa to her feet. [color=f7976a]"Come, let's go find a ship."[/color]

	[color=#cc6699]"Salut,"[/color] Édouard said cheerfully to Sirena, his mood seeming to have changed vastly, before he began walking in no direction in particular. He happened to be heading towards the jungled terrain, where it was rumored that native tribes still lurked. It was a few minutes before he vanished from sight as well, off on his own next adventure in refusing to ask for directions. 

	The walk to the docks was fairly quick. There were people milling about in various states of confusion, having been restored to their bodies with Millicent's magic. A few of them were swearing up and down at they had seen Davy Jones, others were trembling with the remembrance of something dark and cold. None of the individuals paid too much notice to the small party walking through, yet when the reached the docks, Aravis' heart sank. 

	[color=f7976a]"They're all destroyed,"[/color] Aravis said, yet it was unneeded. None of the ships at the docks had survived. It would take a full season to build new ships. A few of the sunken ships still displayed with flags weakly. The carcass of the kraken just barely floated above the edge of the water. 

	[color=lightyellow]"More ships will arrive to take us from the island shortly,"[/color] a sopping wet woman in yellow explained, walking over towards the small group. [color=lightyellow]"My name's Margot - I can arrange for you to travel with me to Nassau if you would like,"[/color] she offered kindly. She held out a hand, revealing the symbol of La Fraternité du Sang tattooed on her wrist. Yet there was a scar over it, an intentional gash. Had Edgard seen it, it would have all made sense then. 

	Alisanne had not been the true mastermind of the sisters. It was Margot.