[color=f7941d][b]The Swamps[/b][/color] [@BladeSS4] @The Rest Just a pirate, and she got advises for leaving a person alive next time, Valar had tried to kill her, and even the rest of the crew. That was not the words that she wanted. She tied her ponytail in one tug of her wrist upon seeing Bakuto entering the walls of flames. [i]How did he get in here?[/i] Alesia shook that stray thought away in less than a moment, a dragon wouldn’t get killed by fire. [color=ed1c24]“I don’t think anyone would survive a broken neck,” [/color] She just nodded at the tall tales of the marines,It was interesting to hear about how they do things, all she knew about Marines back in her hometown is that they are another word for ‘scum’. [color=ed1c24]“Still, I doubt our crew would attract too much attention from those people, we’re just pirates that recently set sail, and have yet to rack a good amount of Bounty.” [/color]Alesia dismissed that suggestion without much of a second thought. Flint’s price on his head was the highest she’d ever heard of in her ship. And she wouldn’t have any bounty that matches the likes of Captain Valar. [color=ed1c24]“But, what you said might be true, we’ll just have a quick glance of the cliffs, then [i][b]fly[/b][/i] back to the harbour,”[/color] Alesia folded her arms, her pair of dark grey eyes gleaming at the dragon Bakuto, [color=ed1c24]“So, can you transform again?”[/color] Alesia asked, showing a slight smirk. [hr] [b][color=f7941d]Streets of Brown harbour[/color][/b] [@Jerkchicken] The streets of Brown Harbour was rather empty, from the obvious sight of the battle between the Shade Pirates and the Scarlet Pirates. Pirates that stumbled upon Flint had shunned away from him, a few having surprised looks at the sight of the corpse of the Shade Pirates Captain. At the same stall stood the Town Mayor, paying a stack of money to one of the pirates of the bar. “Here’s your compensation.” The mayor spoke,flicking his cigarette away before turning to look at the body of Captain Valar. “So you killed him?” The mayor gave what that seemed like a foolish remark, before handling the bounty, stashed on a grocery bag. “22 million, if I’m not wrong, and if you don’t mind returning a favour, a man in yellow hair had approached me a few days back,” The mayor took a letter, stamped with the waxed seal of Feather and Ravens. “I’m not in the position to say anything, but it is of an utmost urgency. All I can say is that all of this is hidden in this envelope. Send it to that golden hair man with a scar across his Eyebrows.” The Mayor handed the letter to Flint, surprising trickling out a sweat from the forehead, “You seemed more reliable than the drunkyards of the tavern, and I’ll put my trust on that.”