[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nzzkRWNx/source.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan nodded slightly, hearing Gretel's account about the guards. It seemed like pretty much all of them were willing to be paid off or bought - which wasn't too dramatically different from their home. She didn't have an extraordinarily high opinion of police, even as a medical examiner with a detective for a brother. Hansel dragged Sierra back on over and Megan half expected Sierra to turn into a mermaid, just to escalate the situation more. But instead, nothing else really seemed to happen. The moment had passed. She tilted her head, noticing the same thing Hansel did - [i]pirate ships[/i]. 

	Now [i]that[/i] caught Megan's attention. She would have more quickly believed she was the lost daughter of a pirate over the child of royalty. Of course, she knew as well as anyone that parentage had nothing to do with how you turned out - that personality traits and talents weren't inherited. [color=silver]"What are they unloading?"[/color] Megan asked. She was curious if illegal goods here were similar to illegal goods back home - if the crates were filled with cocaine, for instance.