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Sirena's blue-eyed gaze watched Carter as he stepped away to kiss the strangers' hands. To the ton, such an action was considered a courteous form of greeting, but she found that these days, it often came with a hidden meaning. It has become less about courtesy and more about charming a woman and getting her to let her guard down. She did not fully understand why the action elicited a flustered reaction out of some women, like Alice. Perhaps Sirena had just become desensitized to men's flirtatious attempts and had grown cynical towards their every action. Truth be told, when men tried anything remotely intimate with her, it didn't fluster her; no, it made her skin crawl and put her on the defense.
She was pulled out of her ruminations when Carter spoke up teasingly. His brazen comments elicited a small snort from her. Yeah, she misses you like she misses getting sunburned every time she steps foot outside, she thought with a roll of her eyes. A small smirk pulled at the corner of her fine lips as she looked over at Harlianne, expectantly awaiting her response. Her smirk grew more as her dear friend shut the man down. However, at hearing the reason for the noblewomen being here in Tortuga, her eyes widened and her gaze swung over to them. And why on earth would they wish to go out of their way to speak to Édouard Riviere of all people? The man's sure to screw them over, figuratively or literally, she mentally scoffed, as she looked them over once more. They were surely out of their league, and a part of her actually felt a bit sorry for them because of it. After all, not everyone had the kind of experience that she did in regards to manipulating and deflecting men's advances. With a small sigh, Sirena returned her attention to Harlianne and Carter as they finished up their conversation. And soon enough, Harlianne's ex-lover was off with the noblewomen in tow. Good riddance and good luck. You'll certainly need it.
"If they have to deal with Édouard Riviere, it's no wonder they're pissed," Sirena replied to Harlianne, with a devilish smirk coming to her features. "Fortunately, I feel that I have gotten whatever useful information I can out of the French man child. Here's to hoping that the next time I have to deal with him, it is with a cutlass in my hand." She glanced down at the little girl Luisa, who was clinging to her leg, when Harlianne mentioned her. She was honestly a bit surprised that Harlianne seemed okay with having a child on board, particularly considering the woman wasn't too fond of small children. "Children aren't exactly my forte. I just couldn't leave her all by herself, where some deranged man could get his filthy hands on her. It would be in her best interest to find someone who can properly take care of her and keep her safe. But I doubt Tortuga has many people appropriate for the job. Dealing with a child was definitely not what I had anticipated in doing today," she added. "Mind you, I nearly scored you an entire crew, before Édouard's quartermaster Lord Arsehole had to come along and ruin my hard work. But I still managed to get valuable information before that."
Sirena then went on to tell her captain about her findings, including every last detail in chronological order. She described in detail about the man with the bandaged covered eyes she encountered, the man who turned out to be Elias Smith, the former quartermaster of Captain Avery Swale. She, of course, added the bit about how Édouard nearly foiled her plans. She explained the Elias's odd mannerisms and how he was able to light fires by simply looking at the intended target. She described how all it took was one sip from the cursed flask to seal his fate and the fate of his captain. "Then his skin started to ripple and he literally disintegrated into ash right before my eyes. I could barely believe what I was seeing." She then went on to explain how the only truly useful information Édouard gave her was about the significance of a certain scroll, which unknown to him she had stolen from him on a separate occasion. She finally stated how Mr. Alucard was clearly keeping things from those he commissioned to retrieve the flask, how she had seen him on the docks, and how he tied in with the disappearance of Luisa's mother. "I do not trust Mr. Alucard the slightest bit. We must tread carefully, and I think the scroll may be our key to success."
Edgard's eyes narrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side as he tried to decipher Édouard's reaction. A part from a widening of the eyes, the man surprisingly gave little way. And then Édouard clapped him on the back and said he really liked that. It was most likely in reference to Edgard's gruesome description of what he was going to do to the people responsible. But still, he liked it?! What the hell?! Where was the shock? The despair? The fear? Edgard was left with more questions than he had started with and that of course pissed him off. His nostrils flared and his hand clenched tighter around the hilt of his unsheathed cutlass as he gave a deathly glare at Édouard. He was itching to just kill the man now. It didn't matter if he had anything to do with Margot's death and Alisanne's disappearance. The man was going to die by Edgard's hands either way. Realistically speaking though, a tavern full of people was not the ideal place to kill Édouard. There were too many witnesses. He couldn't explain away that.
The question that remained was that if Édouard didn't have anything to do with what happened to his sisters, then who did? It would have to be someone who had much to gain from removing two potential successors of La Fraternité du Sang off the board. Edgard let out a low growl of frustration. He then roughly wiped the blood off the blade of his cutlass onto the body before him. He sheathed his cutlass just as two women walked into the tavern, the younger of which promptly fainted. He rolled his eyes but otherwise didn't give a damn. That was until he heard a familiar name: Blackwood. His head whipped back to look at, or rather to glare at, the women. Édouard's fiancée was here?! A wave of disdain and jealousy hit him. Édouard's fiancée was alive and well and yet he doubted the man even cared. Edgard would give anything to see Alisanne again. He promptly stalked over to the women--to greet them? Who knew.
