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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=DLI4eRXqHDE][color=B22222]- [I]"King of Pain" by Valerie Broussard[/I][/color][/url]
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	A voice, [I]or voices[/I], pierced through the haze that Edgard seemed to be in. His once stormy blue eyes, which had all but been reduced to a more sullen blue, snapped upward to view a woman [b][I]floating[/I][/b] above the ship he was boarded on. His eyes widened in alarm, and his hand instinctively flew to the hilt of his cutlass. [color=B22222]"What the bloody hell--"[/color] he exclaimed. The women's words made little sense to him, let alone did they truly mean anything to him. Yet the item clutched in her slender hand did in fact catch his eye. For a moment, just a moment, he forgot the stitch within his heart, that pain that only finding Alisanne alive and well could mend. His mind recounted the mission he had been sent on. No, not the one to kill Édouard, but the other one. The mission that his dearly beloved fiancée had requisitioned him for. The mission to find the cursed flask. Could that be it in the woman's hand? He had been told that it possessed great power, which would explain the woman's uncanny ability to fly.

	But Edgard had little time to ponder such things, as the woman suddenly and carelessly cast down the precious treasure that so many men had fought and died for. [color=B22222]"NOOO!!!"[/color] he shouted as he lurched forward. Everything that followed seemed to take place in slow motion. Before he could ever dare manage to catch it, the flask hit the deck to shatter into a million pieces, and then--chaos. The deck cracked and splintered, and the ocean swept in to swallow the ship whole. He was pulled under the waves for several precious moments before he was finally able to resurface again. He coughed up water and gasped for air as he franticly treaded water. He grabbed ahold of a piece of debris as the tumultuous waves pushed it towards him. His gaze then looked around sharply to take in the extent of the damage.

	He was surrounded by broken pieces of wood from what was once [i]the Bellona[/i]. As his gaze swept over the carnage, something, or rather [i]someone[/i], in particular caught his attention. His veins, which were once filled with Blood and Fire, just then went truly ice cold. Among the wreckage was the lifeless body of his dear sweet fiancée Alisanne. [color=B22222]"No,"[/color] he choked out, before his voice turned into a shout that quivered with emotional pain. [color=B22222]"NOO!!!"[/color] He pushed away from the piece of debris he had been clinging to and desperately swam to where Alisanne's body floated. He grasped ahold of her body, his fingers curling around her sopping clothes. He then reached up a shaky hand to gingerly touch her face. Her skin was still warm to the touch, but nevertheless, all life was gone from her, as her eyes were open and glassed over. [color=B22222]"Please--please come back to me. You're all I ever cared about in this world,"[/color] he cried in despair. He caressed her face as a single tear slipped down his cheek. 

	He didn't know how long he clung to her as he attempted to keep his head above water. All he knew was that he was quickly growing weary. With what strength, physical and emotional, he had he began to drag Alisanne's body back to shore. He slowly attempted to navigate around the various pieces of debris with her dead weight in tow. He clenched his teeth from the effort as he determinedly swam along. He was successful--at first. It would seem that fate had no feelings for a man such as Edgard, but could you blame it? As he swam down and around a gigantic piece of debris that had once been one of the ship's masts, his clothes caught on the splintered wood and a large wave then pushed him under. His limbs flailed around in an attempt to dislodge himself, while foolishly still trying to hold onto Alisanne, but the effort only served to deplete what little precious oxygen he had left in his lungs. Soon enough he was as dead as his dearly departed fiancée, his body sinking into the same watery abyss that had taken her.
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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=IwmPSHPgnpM][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Demons" by Brian McFadden[/I][/color][/url]
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	Color drained from Sirena's face as the crushing weight of reality quickly came crashing down on her. The woman's words cut deep, yes, but not as deep as the sinking realization that she was now stuck in this form between life and death--forevermore. She had surely dug herself a grave, a grave that she could not crawl back out of. Not even death could save her now. [color=66CDAA]"No, wait,"[/color] she called out to Millicent, to Hecate, to whomever the woman truly was now. Yet it was clear as day that Sirena would be receiving no aid from the woman. No aid at all. 

	Her saddened blue eyed gaze turned to Édouard. She felt so helpless right then, not the powerful, alluring woman she had once been. It was a feeling she had hoped to have buried years ago, a feeling she had sworn never to feel again, especially not in the face of a man. But it was like the years had rewound and old wounds had been opened for all to see. She felt weak, tainted, like she was nothing. And it didn't take a language in common to see that Édouard felt the same just then. It was a low blow to her already wounded psyche. 

	Sirena's bottom lip quivered slightly as she watched Édouard disappear into the nearby forest, leaving her alone and thoroughly wounded. She eventually looked forward once more, in the direction that everyone had gone off to. She stumbled forward weakly, only to end up falling onto her knees. A sob was ripped from her incorporeal lungs as her eyes welled up with tears. She had lost everything. Her life. Her friends. Her sanity. But most importantly, her freedom. It was her biggest fear come true. And in this instance, it was all irreplaceable. [color=66CDAA]"No. No no no,"[/color] she cried out. [color=66CDAA]"NOOO!!!"[/color]