As they approached Dilhana, a storm was brewing above them. Thunder rumbled upon the harsh waves of the Teschato. Luckily, Vema's ship was able to handle the intense waves. As the sky darkened, torches lit in the small city of Dilhana up ahead. People were walking back to their homes. Not much of a surprise however, as weather like this was common in the swamp areas surrounding the Teschato Ocean. They slowly rolled into the port, where the Yuka-sami layed its anchor into the ocean. Vema's first mate, Ryuvi laid the plank onto the nearby pier. As they approached the sand and mossy rocks that dotted the beaches, Vema was the last to leave her ship, as always. She gracefully walked down the pier with her elite crew in front of her. No ports seemed to be in the docks today, perhaps the weather was envisioned. A lot of crazy people lived in Yurskota, primarily in Dilhana. They began to approach the marketplace that seemed nearly dead. Torches illuminated under the drizzle that was just beginning under cheap awnings. They noticed several people approaching a building nearby, and as the door opened they could hear glasses clanking and friendly voices. Vema nodded to the man in the front of her line. He walked up proudly to the door and looked inside. It seemed quieter that time, mysteriously. He returned.

He hesitated to speak.

"There's a tavern in there, my lady." he spoke in the pouring rain that was once a drizzle. Vema nodded.

"Tell the crew to wait here. They may have what I'm looking for." Vema responded, her eyes blazing with firecrackers. The man nodded and she with superb eloquence approached the door. As she was opening it, several drunken fellows stumbled out the door in the direction of their home. She held the door open for herself and entered into the pub. She stood at the door and looked around. A variety of people lived in Dilhana, however it was mainly a poor continent. Some people stopped talking to take a gander at her unique attire. Vema was getting used to such glares. She slowly walked up to the bar and took a seat.

"Fancy yourself anythin', miss?" the bartender asked as he wiped off a dirty glass. She shook her head.

"Suite yourself," he responded, raising an eyebrow. He was a man appearing in his mid 50s, but people here looked so much older then they really were. It was not quite a large tavern, many people had crowded in such the small tavern. A respectable 10 tables held around 50 people, some standing and hanging against walls and some sitting down and conversing. Then, the door slammed open. Three individuals walked in slowly. They were all dressed up in purple robes, with rapiers attached to their waste. Vema turned around and instantly recalled these men. Each one had long hair down to their shoulders and all possessed a goatee. She looked outside of the tavern's windows and saw all of her men and women. They knew these people. The Silver Falcons, was the same group of mercenaries that had attacked Jaero when she was younger. She stood up, and the three men stared at her.

"You are all alone this time, miss." the one in the middle said. He slowly walked towards her.

"We will do the same thing to you as we did your family." he continued. The whole tavern was silent now, with the focal point being the purple men and the peacock woman.

"You be glad you die in honor, Vema." he stroked her chin. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Then in the blink of an eye, her hand fixated onto the hilt of her curved dagger and injected into the flesh of his stomach. He stared at her.

"You've evolved..." he whispered, before the dagger exited his epidermis. He fell to the ground and laid there motionless. Blood began to spill out from the wound. Several gasps and words were heard around the move. Immediately, the two other men drew their swords and attempted to strike Vema. But she was already on the other side of the bar. Her crew was watching through the window. They knew she could handle 3 Silver Falcons. A dis-respectable target is always an easy one, she said. A sword nearly sliced her foot, but she dodged it, landing on the nearby table. She was assaulted. The man, who was significantly larger then the other one, threw the table off leaving Vema helpless on the ground. He gained closer and then grabbed her by the neck with a sword held there.

"Come out, or I will kill her!" he yelled. Her crew looked in awe, but then Vema winked. With the right eye. He further gripped his rapier upon her neck. But as her belt wielded many daggers, she quickly withdrew one and then back fired it into his heart. His head rested upon her shoulder, and then she lay the body down to rest. The last man dropped his sword and rose his hands. Vema approached him and took out some firecrackers from her belt. She lit them and forced them down the victim's throat, burned in the process. And then in the midst of his esophagus, several explosions severed his spine and neck as he fell to the ground attempting to save his sorry soul. The crowds watched in awe. Women gathered their children and quickly left the scene, but sailors and blacksmiths stared and observed. She then quickly walked out the door and everything inside resumed as normal, with the exception of the bartender disposing of the body. They quickly walked to the port, where they noticed another large boat that had taken into the dock.

More of the Silver Falcon were here.

"Miss Vema, we have to leave. It is not safe here." Rukis told her, one of her loyal crewmates.

"Understandable." The crew all ran to the boat in the midst of the storm. The waves were increasing in size on the Teschato but they felt as if they could handle it. They all walked the plank and Vema, last one aboard took it and put it back in the appropriate location.

"Where to, My Queen?" Ryuvi asked.

"The port town of Ariga. I have a contact there who will be able to assist us." she responded, and then retreated to her quarters. Her quarters was very exquisite, with furniture imported from Corosav all over. Carpets from Eutarymn and statues and figurines from Escarachiuta. Despite her lavish life, she had no intentions of risking everything she had for it.

((I forgot. MARIGOLD EXPRESS :D))

Will swung down off his ship by a rope onto the dock. This was deffinately how he made all of his entrances. It was more fun than just walking off, and, to be honest, it looked cooler to see someone swing on a rope off their ship opposed to walking off quietly. This was why it was perfect for Will. He always made an entrance. It was just his thing. He had come back to Eutarymn for a few hours to talk to his father about he and his crew's next adventure. He knew his father would be ecstatic that he was taking on such a great task as searching for the mysterious woman called Ilma. Will called up to the ship to his crewmembers, "Do whatever you want, but be back at the ship in six hours! We leave at midnight!" He turned his head to the sky and smiled after he said that. "Just kidding, more like six, but all the same!" With that, he walked off torwards the inside of the city where his father stayed in a small house.

Will reached his father's house after about thirty minutes and made his way up the cobblestone path to the front door. He knocked five times and waited at the door for his father to answer. Hopefully he was home at the time. His answer was quickly answered as his father opened the door and lit up at the sight of his son. They hadn't seen each other in over two years. "My boy," he said and opened his arms to hug Will. Will walked into his grasp and they hugged for a few seconds and then walked inside of the small cottage.

"So what brought you here?" asked Will's father as they both sat down in the living room. His father stood up and stirred the fire, then sat down to wait for Will's answer.

"Well, I wanted to tell you about me and the crew's new adventure." Will sat back and smiled. "We're heading off to find Ilma. Have you heard of her?"

His father nodded and smiled. "Yes son, ofcourse I have."

"What do you think?" asked Will, looking at his father for approval. His father was one of the wisest pirates to ever sail the seas and his advice was very important for Will. They both were very adventurous though, so Will guessed he would approve.

"I think that this specific quest will be very hard to do. I love you son, and I don't want you to get hurt, but I think if you're careful, it'll be a great adventure and story to tell once you either finish it or fail. Either way it will deffinately be interesting." Will smiled at his answer and then propped his feet up on the coffee table. They both finished their conversation and began new ones and caught up with what was going on for the next few hours.

Jake walked along the deck, inspecting the crew. He found a group setting up a table over one of the deck cannons and moved towards 'em, "What'cha plannin here mates?" He asked, awaiting answers they knew were expected. One of the men turned to him and showed a pack of cards, "Blackjack, you want in?" he said, it was known that Jake was easygoing, and he smiled and nodded, "Ill get us some chairs then" he said, motioning for one of the other men to help. They went belowdecks and got a couple of chairs, and took them up to the table. As the group sat down, Jake looked out at the place he had grown up in, and put in his bet.

(What's the currency here?)

Corosav was the home of... everything, now that Leon thought about it. If you wanted anything, just name it, and you could buy it. Sometimes the thought sickened him. In this land of consumerism it's about what you have and what others don't. Well, now that he thought of it, DiMarek had things others didn't here. Anonymity. He wasn't the Disgraced Captain here, he wasn't worth two gold and it felt good to be a nobody. He could order two mugs of grog and only drink one if he wanted. His small crew was probably out trying to sell the latest junk they had found off of the reef Foul Mouthed Pietro nearly sunk them all on.

Ah, Piet. Oldest member of the crew and the only one Leon DiMarek could trust at the wheel.... and even then the gray haired fool scared him sometimes. Where was that salty old dog anyway? Whoring it up again?

He supposed it was well within the man's right, he was twice Leon's age. Leon might look down on the practice of hiring prostitutes and their diseases, but he could also be looked down upon for never having lain with a woman. It was his choice. Being brought into the Navy at such a young age had given him little chance to woo a woman.

He leaned forward against the counter, looking over his second flagon. Suddenly he did not want to be in the tavern anymore, the smell of old puke in the floorboards and spilled ail on the stool. It made him sick. He went outside the hovel and smelled the sea air... and the other pungent smells of the docks. Maybe they'd set sail early, though news of any shipwrecks hadn't been delivered in the week the had been on shore. He was at his current stop, but it was far from home.



Corosav wasn't his home. Leonardo DiMarek had no home.

Jake woke, it was early, maybe 5:30? He got up and got his clothing on and grabbed his hat, set it on carefully, and surveyed the men sleeping around him in the crew quarters, what had the Captain said? 6 o'clock, perhaps. "Waking time matey's!" he shouted, rousing the crew slowly, "It be a shining morning lads! Great time to get the ship ready for the seas!". Some of the crewmen were up, the rest moving their way off of their hammocks, "Where to sir?" one of them asked, "There be plenty! Clean the decks! Make repair to the railings and check on all the rigging to make sure its proper!" Jake shouted merrily, before heading up to the main deck. He could hear the men scrambling below, and some already coming up the steps behind him to get to work.