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Location: Almack’s
“It’s our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

	Fyror was mentally and physically weary from all that had occurred this night. Too much pain and devastation had befallen this place in such a short amount of time. The terrible images of what he had witnessed haunted him as they flashed through his head. Finding Millicent standing there drenched in blood. Seeing at Millicent’s feet the decapitated head and body of a Ryne that he later learned had been her beloved birth mother. Her stepsister Jane’s lifeless body lying on the ground with blood pouring from her ravaged throat. Mrs. Wyndham screaming out in pain as she lies on the ground impaled by an iron rod. And watching Millicent be taken away by her dishonorable fiancé Lord Rutherford. All of it was almost too much for him to bear. 

	He slipped Dr. Graham’s care into his pocket as he trudged into the ballroom. His face was downcast, and he was despondent. At first, he didn’t even hear the concerned words of his family as they rushed over to him. “Fyror? Fyror, darling, w-where are you injured?” his mother’s worried questioning finally broke through the haze he was in. His brows furrowed. Why would she think I was injured? Glancing down at himself, that’s when he noticed the dried bloodstains that were mixed into his red tunic and white trousers. Oh. He must have acquired those stains while he was holding Millicent in his arms. She had been covered in so much blood. “That’s not my own blood,” he muttered in response. His eyes glazed over in sorrow as he acknowledged the blood covering the ballroom and the bodies of the innocent lives that had been lost in the chaos. 

Location: Almack’s
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.”

What did my father see in the Crypt family? Thalken thought as he watch Virginia Crypt with masked interest. His dark eyed gaze was unfalteringly intense as he practically glared at the woman. He watched her every move as he ignored the others in the room. The range of emotions he saw played out on the woman’s face was perplexing to him as such emotions seemed contrary to all he had heard about the Crypt family. 

	His head tilted slightly to the side. Millicent? Sir Kildragon? Those names sounded familiar. Weren’t those the people whom he had previously been with? he thought to himself. The proper thing would be to walk up to Lady Crypt, introduce himself, and inform her that her friends were all right. But Thalken was never one for formalities. So, he just stood there staring brazenly at the woman with his intense gaze.

Location: Main Deck of the Bellona – Port of Tortuga Docks
“She had the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and it took only her laugh to realize that beauty was the least of her.”

	Sirena leaned her head back with a sigh, relishing for a moment the feel of the sun’s warmth on her skin. Such simple pleasures she had come to appreciate after a life of captivity. Her blue-eyed gaze looked beyond the port of Tortuga out at the open sea, a place that was devoid of the stench of civilization. Oh, how the horizon and the adventures it promised called to her. But she would have to be patient, as other more important business had to be tended to. 

	Her hand lightly skimmed the wooden deck railing as she leisurely turned around upon Harlianne’s call. She glided across the deck and over to her captain, as a small relaxed smile graced her features. It was ironic really that a pirate could have such eloquence. But for Sirena, it was just a habit that she had built long before piracy was even a fleeting thought to her.

“Indeed,” she replied as she walked up alongside Harlianne. “I am curious to see if the men will need a little more convincing. A crew of women does have a certain appeal to it though. It will make it sting more when we crush those who dare stand in our way.” The corner of her mouth pulled up into a sly smirk as she looked over at her friend and now her captain. She turned to face Harlianne fully when she was addressed more specifically. 

“Ah, the Frenchman Édouard Riviere,” she stated. Her smirk grew a little, and there was a wicked gleam to her eyes as she remembered her last “encounter” with the man. She had successfully lured Édouard in, getting him to let his guard down and take her straight to his quarters. But instead of getting his heart’s desires, he got a swift bottle of rum to the head. It knocked the man clean out, allowing her to steal his scroll and switch it out with a fake right under his nose. This certainly was one of her finer works, and the end results ultimately made the painstaking process of flirting with the obnoxious man all worthwhile. She wondered how much, if any, of that night the man actually remembers. She would have to tread carefully, as always. “This shall prove interesting,” she remarked deviously.

	Sirena decided to get this matter dealt with sooner rather than later. There was a strong chance that Édouard Riviere could be found at Twelve Daggers Tavern, so she headed in that direction as she departed from the Bellona. Fortunately, it was not a far walk to take on foot. Her hand rested on the hilt of her cutlass as she walked through the streets of Tortuga, an island known for being notoriously dangerous. She remained vigilant and prepared to defend herself if the need arose. For her to be attacked would be fortunate indeed—that is for those who would dare cross her. After all, she was no damsel in distress. She took a deep breath as the Twelve Daggers Tavern came into view, letting any tension in her demeanor drain from her as she exhaled. As she pushed through the tavern doors, there was a confident smirk on her face and gleam to her beautiful blue eyes.

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