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The longboat bobbed against the waves, seeking to lap against the shore of Blackbeard's Island. Dion stood at the head of the boat, and hopped off the moment the men had pushed it ashore. He turned to the two men who had been rowing, each of them had a bandage on their left hands. They noticed his gaze and cowered. He then turned to his boatswain. "Monsiuer Chocola't. Wait here with the men, make camp. i am not sure how long I will be here. If any of the men behave inappropriately, 5 lashes should do the trick."Dion said as if he didn't care. "Oui, mon Capitaine." he responded in his deep bass voice. With that, he turned about face and walked towards the house that lay on the Island. He couldn't help but admire the subtle tactical advantage towards a land assault. Captain Teach didn't get to be known as the most feared pirates of the sea by being careless.

He rapped three times against the door of the house and was greeted by a plump woman with an interesting accent. She bid him come in, so he did. She showed him to his room, apparently he would be spending the night here. He noticed a letter on his bed addressed to him. He opened it and began to read it.

Dear Captain Dion Corsair,
I thank you for joining me on Blackbeard's Island. Supper will be served at 5 o'clock sharp. During dinner we will discuss tactics and planning.
Thank you,
Captain Amelia "Dark Angel" Swords

5 o'clock? Dion glanced at the clock in his room. That was in two minutes, he guessed he got here just in time. He went to the water closet and splashed some water on his face. He straitened himself, and proceeded out of his room. As he walked along the corridor, he noticed several portraits of Blackbeard, a woman and a young girl. All of them separate. He also noticed many rare valuables and antiquities. It seems Mr. Teach had more than enough to spare as decorations.

Dion reached the dinning hall and pushed open the door. He saw the table and decided to make his way to it. He then saw a young woman, sitting in a very poor manor at the head of the table. The outfit she was wearing seemed like something 50 shilling whore might wear, but Dion did not judge. "Pardone Mademoiselle, you are Captain Amelia Swords, no? Allow me to introduce myself, I am Captain Dion"Hawk Eye"Corsair." Dion said this with a hand on the Roi Autor in a casual manor, his intense eyes focused in on Amelia. He then sat down at the table on the chair directly to her left, facing the door. While sitting, Dion pulled out one of his pistols and placed it on the dinner table. "I do not mean to seem rude, but, how old are you?"