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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] There was a sickness climbing in the pit of her stomach as she stepped off the boat. She didn't know if it had been time on the water or the fact that she was now no longer in England. Yet, Millicent was feeling ill either way and she figured it was a bit of both as she walked down the gangplank arm in arm with her [i]fiance[/i] and his [i]friend[/i] stepping in time behind them. She didn't know what she had been expecting when they arrived but this town a bit lower class than she would have thought they would dock at, yet they had fled one town for another in the middle of the night. 

	"You two go ahead and go to the tavern, I'll secure us a carriage out of here," Lord Egerton said as his feet terra firma. Rutherford nodded as the man walked off at an advanced pace. 

	"Let's get something to eat my dear," Richard said with a broad cheeky grin towards Millicent. The woman felt like doing a lot of things right then, eating was not one of them, yet she bit her tongue and simply nodded. Taking a deep breath she gathered the folds of her damp gown and began to walk towards the Inn.  

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] Ludwig leaned back slightly, swaying and seeming like he was about to fall over after watching someone get their head blown out but he snapped to and straightened eventually. Pushing his glasses up from the tip of his nose. [color=fdc68a]"Cobblewinchester Muffin, had to be. You see how his brain just spontaneously erupted? Yes, had to be, check that gray matter my good man, should you see little slimy one in gray pieces, it will confirm,"[/color] the German said as he pulled out his journal and started drawing in it. His secondary journal, not his first. 

	Seemed Vlad had a plane and it got Ludwigs attention even if he hadn't looked up from his journal. He was still drawing. A sketch here, a line there, smudge it here to show better the shadows and detail, open the trunk, get things out of the trunk, draw some more, shove weapon in bag, look out Dieter, the ferret not his brother, dead body wouldn't fit in a bag. Take the bag off, Dieter in the bag, the Ferret, not his brother. Close book, shove in bag. Hand bag over and grin. Happy, not mad. Never mad. [color=fdc68a]"Um, right, carry this,"[/color] he said as he shoved the bag in Vlads hand. There was a thin lipped nervous grin before *poof* and in a flash the man shrunk down, his finger fluttering. Flutter this way and that. Lift, off the ground, up up and away. There we go, into the bag. Next to Dieter. His ferret not his brother. [color=fdc68a]"Yes, yes, this will work. Faster, won't weight down. Yes, good and too small for Cobblewinchester Muffins to bother me now. Come might steed, let us enjoy the world fly by!"[/color]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] Fyror is having no luck, well maybe he actually is because death is not claiming him this round. That being said, he is tired, the waves are cutting high, the sea seems to be trying to down him and Collette. Him more than Collette as the waved pull him under, something wrapping around his ankle and dragging him towards Davy Jones Locker. He can't hold onto to the fair maiden but that is probably a good thing, for both of them. 

	Collette will feel something come up behind her, wrapping around her waist and dragging her back but her head is above water. She is moving at a fast rate, cutting the water, her shoulders coming up out of the water as she is drug. Faster and faster until she reaches the large sailing ship. "Hold on, I got ya," a deep voice comes from behind her before spinning her around. A [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/21/18/cb2118219ee8e108361bb2d69bc631a6.jpg]man[/url] grins at her before she is grabbed from behind and lifted out of the water, passed from hands to hands until her feet are planted firmly on the deck of the large ship. 

	"Get her a blanket!" another [url=http://digitalspyuk.cdnds.net/16/24/768x431/gallery-1466170874-orlando-bloom-pirates-of-the-caribbean.jpg]man[/url] yells as the first starts climbing up the rope netting on the side of the ship. Below the waves, Fyror is still being drug down. That is until something cuts away whatever it is that has his leg and a [url=http://www.carlaestrada.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/GHO020.jpg]face[/url] flashes in the dark water from the lightning above. He grabs Fyror under the shoulders and starts swimming beyond quickly to the surface until they break it. 

	"Breath boy!" he yells. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Road North:[/i][/b][/color] The storm kept ragging and as they rode closer to the white smoke it became clear, they would have to move off course to check it out. It was deeper in the woods than it had first appeared. It was going to come down to another choice. Keep heading north and stay on the path or head east some and check it out. Maybe it was nothing and it would only hold them up a few minutes. Maybe it was more and hold them up for hours. Or maybe it was something else that could completely derail everything and put them on an entirely new path that would have nothing to do with either.