[color=a0410d][b]Brown Isles Harbour[/b][/color]

The pet that Flint bought was surely larger than what she wanted, but it is better than what she’d expect. The whole fiasco surely made the whole ship well known throughout this island, Arafael thought, taking a couple of glances at the crew that took down the Pirate Captain Valar.

[color=ed1c24]“Sure, no problem,” [/color]Alesia replied to Flint without much of a concert, as she looked at the treasurer Adam who had went down to sleep at the Hammocks, [color=ed1c24]“We’ll need a few good charts for the voyage of the Grand Line, and on how to split the treasury, anyhow.”[/color]

Watching from the Stern, Alesia looked to see the White Pearl setting sail for the waters. 

[hr][color=6ecff6][b]Out at Sea[/b][/color]

Setting her quill down on the map of the East Seas, Alesia scribbled out a few charts for the entrance to the next sea, The Grand Line. Loguetown was the island for any decent goods and supplies on the ongoing Voyage. [color=ed1c24]“Tsk…” [/color]Letting out an audible click of her tongue, the Captain of the Scarlet Pirates dipped the Quill onto the ink reservoir, before marking the ship current position with a blue ‘X’. About halfway there, and it would be by the next evening that they would ever embark on the next island. Not especially with the unfavourable winds. Alesia thought, before exiting the Captain Quarters with a loud slam on the creaky door. She should’ve been more generous in the purchase of the ship deed…

She pulled on a couple of foremasts’ ropes, to tack onto the winds. And what did the first mate want to talk to her about, that could only be said once they reached the port of Loguetown. And to remind her of a bar, she hoped that the bar of Loguetown wouldn’t be as bad as the one in the Brown Isles. 

From the far horizons, a ship could be sighted. Alesia brought off a slight smirk at the faraway ship. “[color=ed1c24]Merchant Ship, Prepare for Pillage---” [/color]On a closer look, the ship has something painted on the mast, a symbol of a simplistic drawing of a bird, that is painted in blue. Both terms start with the same alphabet, but the latter aren’t so pleasant as the first. [color=ed1c24]“Those Marine Scums----”[/color]

Alesia cursed, the pet wolf of the ship howled at the seemingly familiar Marines.

A drove of birds flew above the White Pearl.

Erizalla would recognise it as the ones from the Bird Tamer Falir. And the last time, the Marine Captain Falir had sent bomb laden seagulls at Valar’s Ship.