[centre][h1][color=chocolate]Marcus[/color][/h1][/centre]
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Marcus waited for the crew to get ready before following the servant to their destination. He was worried about how the encounter would go, now that everyone on the ship seemed to dislike the prince. Although he could not deny that he was curious about what would happen. There was no doubt that Tol was trying to get onto the queen's good side, but Marcus struggled to understand why he wanted to accompany them so much. No sane noble (if there were any) would try to travel alongside pirates. 

Upon their arrival, Marcus was surprised to find that the room was adequately prepared and the Prince seemed somewhat less threatening now that he wasn't trying to invade their ship- not in the traditional sense at least. Marcus took a seat across from Tol, while eyeing the food hesitantly. The Queen no longer seemed like a threat but there was still a chance that Tol would not hesitate to kill them on the spot. The presence of servants reassured him slightly and so he looked up to listen to the prince, despite still feeling some unease. Stopping himself from rolling his eyes, he responded cooly to the prince: [color=chocolate]'' Morning, [i]your highness[/i] and thank you for the breakfast''[/color]. Marcus paused for a second to pour himself some water before continuing: [color=chocolate]''I'm sure you understand why I'm hesitant to forgive you, considering your behaviour last night. However, I must admit I'm curious about what you have to say. Please, do go on.''[/color]

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[centre][h1][color=8493ca]Anya[/color][/h1][/centre]
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[color=8493ca]''No I just went for a run in the scorching sun''[/color] answered Anya flatly as she threw her bag inside her room. She winced as she heard something break but did not make a move to check what it was. Shutting the door shut, she strode towards Marcus, ignoring the fact that Blake was behind her.

Much to her dismay, Blake decided to sit next to her and so to hide her annoyance, she began to fidget with a nearby napkin. She wasn't too interested in what the prince had to say but she felt obligated to come and support the crew during in case something tragic happened. The prince's words made her stop for a moment and put the napkin down. To say it was shocking would be an understatement- the prince did not hide the fact that he disliked the crew a mere hours ago, so why did he want to work together with them now?
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[centre][h1][color=mediumspringgreen]Jane[/color][/h1][/centre]

Jane covered her smiling mouth with a gloved hand as she patiently listened to the prince. It seemed that her assumption was correct- he was trying to convince the visitors to let him come along. Luckily, the visitors clearly weren't too fond of him which only made her job easier. Being stationed in the corner of the room, she had a good view of the visitors and they didn't look like nobles let alone royals. One would assume that a foreign nation would send representatives that didn't resemble outlaws but who was she to judge? The more she looked, the stranger they seemed. One of them seemed rather familiar but she could not put her finger on it. It wasn't unlikely that she saw him once in the princess's books however if he was indeed an aristocrat then why was he dressed in such a manner. On top of that many of them had visible scars, something that any noble would try to cover up. Jane feared the worst, as she gazed upon the crew. There was no doubt that they were from some barbaric nation overrun with poverty and crime.