[color=c4df9b][b]The Swamps[/b][/color][@Jerkchicken][@BladeSS4][@Archmage MC][@vancexentan][@Zelosse]

That was frustrating, when 3 pirates of her own crew went complaining on this treasure hunt. All of them wanting to find a merchant ship instead of some great treasure. She didn't have the luck of stumbling upon one, and just who is the one charting on the ship course? Now that they mention it, the swamps isn't as cooling as the coasts, but the winds are gentle here for her lighter weight. So much for a fun and exciting treasure hunt.
	
[color=ed1c24]"We'll pillage a merchant ship after we set sail." [/color]Alesia hoped that that would satisfy the grumblings of her crew, somehow they feel that a swamp trip isn't worth the treasure. 

And out of all her crew, only the so called dragon had expressed support. The same one that destroyed the drunkards’ tavern. She was the one who started the barfight, but that's all his fault anyways. Alesia is starting to feel regret on embarking here.

Before Flint rejoined the group, a voice from the snail transponder rang out again. "We've got company, you know what to do. I'll be putting up the [i][b]black wind[/b][/i], stick close to--- WAII-TT! WHO IS HANDEL?!!" The snails transponder hung up with an audible slam off the receiver.

Now Alesia is getting questions. [color=ed1c24]"An island map, might be useful sometimes." [/color]Aleisa stuffed the map onto her sidecoat. [color=ed1c24]"Also... I wasn't floating actually, I just changed my weight,"[/color] Alesia replied without much of a concern in her tone. That was when a familiar tone echoed along the ridges of the swamps. [color=ed1c24]"Flint!"[/color] Alesia called out to the oldest crew member.

Not far away from there, a black smog could be seen. That was the closest thing that Alesia could describe. A dark towering mass that makes the night look like the day. The Black Miasma enveloping entire trees of the swamp, as gently as the touch of the shades. Tendrils could be seen above the heights of the groove.

[color=ed1c24]"What's that thing?..." [/color]Alesia flashed out her cutlass in an arc. The gentle black wind sweeps towards the Crew of the Scarlet Pirates. As far as she know, that doesn't look so friendly.
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[b]The White Pearl[/b] [@Stern Algorithm]

The pigeon flew off the ship, towards the directions of the streets of Brown Isles. It stopped at the piers of the harbour, landing right in front of the white wolf. It was a very short trip for the passenger pigeon. With a distinct chirp. It released the letter right in front of the white wolf. The White Wolf sniffed the rolled up letter, glaring at the Ship of White Pearl. Clawing away the twin ribbon knots, the intended recipient stomped on the letter with its paw, frowning at the contents that are written. 

[i]Just what are those pirates doing with that letter?[/i] No obvious signs of tempering on the letters, unlike the few times it reached the olde bar. The White Wolf had never seen this pirate flag before, perhaps a crew fresh out of the vast seas. Not another order from the marine captain to lay low on the Pirates' Den. The wolf bit away the letter, before scrapping the remains down the side of the piers. The fine ink dissolving off the water into cloudy purple blotches.

The White wolf inched himself closer to the White Pearl, stopping itself at a better vantage point. Laying down, the wolf pretended to fall asleep, his pair of piercing blue eyes gleaming very slightly to observe the White Pearl. It was strange to see a newly formed crew to intercept letters like this. It would've gone unnoticed if it weren't for his sense of smell off his devil fruit, and had it not happened right in front of his eyes. 

"WAII-TT! WHO IS HANDEL?!!" Handel's black snail shrieked the loud angry transmission of Valar.

[i]That voice![/i] That lone wolf sprang up in all fours from its sleepy demeanor. The voice of that Shades Pirates' captain. [i]Handel...?[/i] That could explain the static often picked up from a Black snail. A name that he wouldn't think of even hearing in a place like this.

[color=6ecff6]"What brings you to this sea?"[/color] The white wolf stepped on the gangplank of the White Pearl, speaking in a clear and unhindered tone. [color=6ecff6]"Even the likes of Captain Valar pales before the price on your head, Lady Handel."[/color]

The 'wolf' climbs the gangplank in his cautious steps. What he was saying was true, Valar of the Shade Pirates, a bounty of only 22 million.