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Pirates: By Blood or By Gold

Nassau

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a part of Pirates: By Blood or By Gold, by MaliceInWonderland.

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MaliceInWonderland holds sovereignty over Nassau, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri [104] "...I have to make this world better...They tell me I have to."
Dorian [76] "Just Dorian."
Damien [71] "I don't kill for fun. I kill when people get in the way of something that I want that they don't deserve. How is that a crime? Next stealing will be a crime too..."
The Great White [60] Freak ya say? Heh, heh, heh....aye.
Sebastian [59] "I am not someone to underestimate, for you might find yourself dead the next second and then it will be too late to realize I am always one step ahead of you."
Aja Pilar Akmet [42] "We all do what we must to survive..."
Theodosos the Cursed [41] "I am Fortune's chewtoy."
Alexandrine Corvin [36] "I will find my daughter...I will lift this curse...I will take his head.""
Nassara [33] ... *blank stare* ...
Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington [32] Oh Darling! What a terribly silly thing to say. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to kill you.

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As Jarrak walked her along with the twins, they were cut off by a strangely dressed woman with a mask, a large dark skinned man and a pretty-eyed woman with a scarf.

The woman with the scarf, pulsed in her vision just like the boy, Damien.

"Hello, my dear." Kalila's eyes were locked on the scarved woman.

"My name is Lady Elizabeth Beniza Harlington, and on behalf of the higher society in Nassau, I welcome, you. What might youe names be my darlings?"

Kalila took one looked at Lady Harlington and shrieked, hiding her face in Jarrak's chest.

She couldn't see her eyes; Kalila didn't like that. She was so used to knowing everything, she not knowing something was her worst fear.

Kalila whimpered into Jarrack's chest.

Alexandrine rose her glass. Bluebeard's reptilian sneer appearing in her thoughts. "I can drink to dz'at." She said tapping her glass against his before knocking it back. She looked at him. "Alexandrine." She said offering her hand to him briefly. "What powerful person has dz'eir hand up your ass?" She said with a snicker, keeping her face somewhat hidden. Even here, people knew...atleast vaguely. The scar on her face...one of his curses...would let them know not to trust her.

"It takes one to know one."

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo
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Kalila shrieked and buried her face in Jarraks chest, whimpering there at the sight of the strange woman in the vivid clothes and white mask.
"Kalila, Kalila what's wrong?" He asked, squeezing the girl tighter to his chest.
"Oh my my!" The strange woman, Elizabeth, said shocked, covering the mouth with a sharp gesture of her hand, "The poor dear! Marcus! You brute, you near scared the poor girl to death!"
"Apologies Ma'am." The man said not skipping a beat.
Jarrack wasn't sure what Kalilas outburst was about, but he was sure it wasn't the large dark skinned man at the head of the carriage
"Please, excuse me for my manservants terrible treatment of you, please, allow me to escort you to where you are going, come, come inside, your arms must be so tired young man." Elizabeth said, gently but firmly herding Jarrak and Kalila into her carriage, the door held open by Nassara.
"Wait, we aren't-" Jarrak began but was cut off by the extravagant woman.
"No! I'll hear no more of it! I simply must atone for my terrible treatment of you thus far. Please! Come now!" She said, bustling them into the carriage with haste. Once they were all seated again, the man at the front, Marcus his name was, continued on down the street. "Now," the woman said, her face unreadable beneath the mask but her voice bright and sophisticated, "Who might you lovely little doves be? I can always tell when someone is new to Nassau," She paused an tapped her porcelain nose, "And I can always tell when they are not mere travellers."
Jarrak looked from Elizabeth, to the veiled woman, then down to Kalila who was still leaning against his shoulder, firmly wrapped around his arm, "Kalila?"

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"Oh my my," The Lady gasped. Kalila peeked out from behind her arm that was hooked around Jarrak's shoulder. "The poor dear! Marcus! You brute, you near scard the poor girl to death!"

Kalila turned up her nose and frowned at the woman.

That was not it at all! Kalila didn't like her.

"Apologizes, Ma'am" Marcus said quickly.

"Please, excuse me for my manservants terrible treatment of you, please, allow me to escort you to where you are going, come, come inside, your arms must be so tired young man." She then urged them into the carriage, Kalila shrinking some as to avoid her gloved touch.

"Help Her...Help them...Find Him."


The voices started again as Kalila saw the scarved woman.
"Wait, we aren't-" Jarrak protested but the Lady wouldn't have it.

"No! I'll hear no more of it! I simply must atone of my terrible treatment of you thus far. Please! Come now."

Jarrak had no choice but to abide. Kalila didn't like it. Only two people ordered him around and neither were here. She did not like this woman...and yet, the voices were clear on the scarved woman, she had to help her...but she didn't trust the Lady, she didn't trust her at all.

"Now," The Lady began after they were sat in the carriage. Kalila sitting up now but still wrapped tight around his arm, furtherest from the Lady, her face hidden by her stringy hair. "Who might you lovely little doves be?"

Little Dove.

Kalila visibly flinched. Her father called her mother that...She glared daggers at the woman, as if the woman would attack at any moment. She didn't want her calling them that. "I can always tell when someone is new to Nassau." She continued, with a tap to her porcelain nose. "And I can always tell when they are not mere travelers."

Kalila felt Jarrak's eyes go to her but her's never left the Lady.

"Kalila?"

Kalila moved from his arm, wrapped them around herself, and started rocking, and grunting.
A Clear sign she was uncomfortable and the last thing she was going to do was speak. This is usually happened when she was touched....clearly Lady Harlington's company was far from welcomed.

Her eyes were forward, focusing away from the Lady but lingered some on the scarved woman.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo
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Damien & Sebastian


Damien looked over Sebastian's shoulder and nodded in the direction of Sebastian's bed. "What?" Sebastian asks, almost annoyed at his brother. He sat up, dizzy and tired, his back stinging faintly as he looked at the empty bed until Damien looked over.

"Well? What do you want me to do about it? They didn't want to come it's not my fault," Sebastian says down to his brother who scowls up at him. "Come on Sebastian, this could be our chance to know what happened that night. Not many people can do that to me, you know that, maybe she can read minds or something. We'll never know unless we talk to her. Please, just go ask her guardian if she could come here for ten minutes. Ten, then we can ask her and if she knows anything, we'll know it," Sebastian says, begging in a way his brother had never heard before.

Sebastian looks down at his brother, this wasn't his usual want for a girl, but he wanted to know what happened that night in the cell where he didn't remember anything about his captor but what he left on Damien's back. "Fine... I'll go talk to them." Sebastian says as he goes above deck.

"Kato, see where the two went instead of here?" Sebastian asks as he looks out among the crowd searching for them. He spotted one carriage that was all too familiar. Some Lady who he and Damien called Harlington for short. They had once snuck onto her estate to see if there was anything valuable, grabbed only a hat and an earring, which Damien wore often, then fled after seeing her big bodyguard of a man.

Kato only pointed and Sebastian didn't know he did until he looked back at his friend confused, then followed the mans hand to the exact carriage he had been watching.

"Oh shit," Kato mutters as he sees the Lady inside and wasn't too happy about it. "Is that-, oh gods it's Nassara and Marcus." Stealing them back would be impossible. He could do it with the help of his crew, but he didn't want to involve them over Damien's own matters. He was just not strong enough to face the Lady's manservant, and he wasn't sure he could hurt Nassara for his own reasons. But where were they going. It looked as if they were coming straight for Lucifer's Angel, as if she were bringing them to Sebastian.

"Kato, what's going on?" Sebastian asked as he walked to the side of his ship by the boarding plank. He sat down, swinging his legs overboard and sat there on the railing to watch what played out.

He looked like a child, but had killed more people than most the men on his ship. It was actually kind of sad, but he didn't regret doing it. He had been hungry once, he didn't want it again.

Sebastian drew his gun and layed it in his lap as he leaned back against some ropes. Sebastian spotted the young girl, shrinking into herself in a way as she tried to avoid something in the carriage, or at least that's how it seemed from where he was.

"Kato, make sure Damien doesn't do anything stupid," Sebastian says as he jumps down to the dock. Kato looks down at him. "Like you're about to do?" Kato asks and Sebastian smiles back. "Yep," He says simply before walking towards the carriage.

He should have taken off the lady's hat that he was wearing, but didn't really care as they got closer and closer. "All of a sudden I'm trying to get this girl away from Harlington and keep Damien out of trouble when he is already in trouble. Maybe this girl just wants to do what she wants, away from us. At least I get to see my old friends," Sebastian says almost to himself.

He walked up to Marcus as the carriage neared the intersection where it could either go to the docks, or ride along the side of the the water. He nodded to Marcus, then walked right past them to the carriage door.

Why was he doing this? He really didn't know. He grabbed onto the carriage as it continued to move and knocked on the door as he held on, disregarding the strange looks he was getting. "Hello Lady Elizabeth, long time no see. Nassara, a pleasure as always," Sebastian says, his voice going from false to gentle as he talked to Nassara.

"Hey, I know you don't like me, I don't like you, but my brother wants to talk to your friend here, ten minutes maximum, then you can get on your way with this lady," Sebastian says as he pulls back the curtain to look at the girl and her guardian. Sebastian looks at Lady Elizabeth with a smile. "I know we've had our differences in the past, but I promise not to kill you today if you promise you won't kill me. Sound like a plan?" Sebastian asks with his brother's charming smile that he had only recently mastered and rarely used for lack of caring. Sebastian was thankful that he didn't have bad teeth like most pirates, but white teeth amazingly enough. As did Damien too.

Sebastian didn't think Nassara would kill him instantly, rather she would threaten him, though he had a hand on his hidden knife in his shirt with the hand not holding the carriage. His head halfway in the carriage, his foot on the footrest, Sebastian leaned in carefully to avoid a group of women passing by outside. "Really, just a few minutes of your time," Sebastian says to the young girl directly, almost pleading. He didn't think Harlington would let him see the girl, but didn't really care as he would see to it that see came if she wanted to.

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Mara stepped onto the dock, her eyes swerving around as she took in the details of Nassau. She turned around to face her crew, "Daytime boys stay on the boat; nighttime boys enjoy yourselves until the sun sets."

Mara had found long ago that this was a simple method of keeping the ship in order. Each man knew what they were and if they missed their shift, they knew they'd be left on the island. Simple enough. "You're with me," Mara nodded to Kane as everyone either went their separate ways or climbed back on the ship.

The two of them weaved their way through the crowds with ease. Mara had an appointment to keep with a Lady Elizabeth Benzia Harlington. She was actually quite fond of the older woman, her extravagance was something Mara looked forward to when she visited the island. However, after her dealings with the Lady, she had to buy supplies and more arrows. She sighed, wondering if she would have any time to herself before the Magician's Crown left port.

She reached the place she was to meet Lady Elizabeth and sat down, Kane settling in next to her. The bartender wandered up to them, "Miss Vana. Long time no see."

"Ah, Abraham. I'll take a glass of red wine."

"As usual," the older man chuckled before looking at Kane.

Kane waved his hand, "Some beer will do fine."

Abraham nodded before walking away and returning with the drinks. Mara dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. Now, all that was left was to wait.

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Character Portrait: Alexandrine Corvin Character Portrait: Theodosos the Cursed Character Portrait: Benyamin Ancariis
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Benyamin's crew made port in Nassau and brought out their haul of artifacts to study and preserve, carried in crates. It was a typical day at home, the locals going about their day, paying little attention to the men blending in with the crowd. As soon as they made it to their hidden stronghold underground, the crew of Benyamin Ancariis unloaded the haul, revealing tablets and other ancient items from thousands of years prior. Each was placed carefully within an area of the "museum", as the captain loved to call it, making sure not to damage anything. Soon enough, there was the usual cleaning and dusting to keep all the artifacts in as good shape as possible. Repairs were made when necessary, and everything was inspected to find out as much about them as possible.

So far, Benyamin has studied documents, statues, figurines, weapons, even pieces of war machinery. Every examination revealed something new to him, which is something he enjoyed to the fullest. "Nice work, boys! A job well done! Look at how big this museum is! An entire wealth of knowledge can be uncovered, here! To celebrate our progress, why don't we all head to the bar in town above and get us a few tables?"

Nobody objected to that, and soon they made their way to the pub where they managed to get seven tables, some crewmates purchasing beer, others some wine. Benyamin himself bought a sparkling wine with a sweet taste to it. There were the typical antics of others, which the drew did its best to ignore as they plotted their next journey. Benyamin, of course, knew the best source for where to search for ancient artifacts was a certain fae with a Velilian accent, by the name of Alexandrine. He scanned the place for her until she spotted her conversing with a peculiar man he thought he read abut with deities giving him grief. It was a pity how the former priest ended up the way he did, yet there was little he could do for him.

It would have been rude to interrupt Alexandrine in the middle of her conversation, so he waited until she was away from him to approach. "Afternoon, ma'am."

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"Alexandrine."

"Theodosos," he replied, raising his half-empty pint in a salute. He heard the door open and his spine tingled. The female who entered with whom he assumed to be her bodyguard or subordinate felt powerful. He raised an eyebrow. It wasn't everyday that someone set off his senses like this.

"What powerful person has dz'eir hand up your ass?"

Theo couldn't help but laugh at her comment. He regarded her semi-seriously with a playful smile on his face, "Hmm... Well, those would be three powerful persons. Gods, actually. Bellona, goddess of war, Mardu, god of magic and wisdom, and Lila, goddess of love. It was Lila that orchestrated the whole thing. I caught her eye, I turned her down, she cast a spell on Bellona, I was raped, blamed for it by Mardu and I am cursed now. "May your blade fail when you need it the most, may your wisdom fail you, may those around you suffer." That sort of thing. So, I left home. Gods of Drake are not as powerful so far from Drake. Except Lila. Love is universal. She has decided to make me her own personal plaything."

As he finished speaking, he almost jumped out of his seat. It was one thing to feel the prescence of another magic user. This felt much stronger. His eyes fell on a pleasant-looking man who greeted Alexandrine. Yet again, he raised an eyebrow.

"Friend of yours?"

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He had forgotten how turbulent the four-legged creature was. Mako uncomfortably clutched the saddle as the horse banged its hairy back against his crotch. The ride had to have been more comfortable for the human as he sat upon his leather seat, while Mako grimaced in discomfort the rest of the way. It had to pay off soon.

The two were silent the whole trip too focused on their getaway and watching out for those who could have been following them in secret. The smell of the sea became potent, the salt filling his nostrils and its roars in the distance causing his heart to race. The human was actually taking him to the sea. Mako had actually been suspicious of his hero for the last man that had saved him had him enslaved, but this human was very unusual. He could easily leave him—dive into the ocean and never return to Nassau, leaving the man with the drama that had been started, but what kind of a Mercurian male would he be? Even after being banished, there were still some ethics that stuck imbued in him by his Imperial father.

The horse stopped on the beach and while Dorian calmly dismounted, Mako seemed to slowly slide off. Once his feet landed in the soft sand, his hands grasped his loot, holding it soothingly as a low groan rolled from his throat.

Mako sounds like a fine name.

“Does it now?” Mako asked facetiously. Normally, humans didn’t give two @#$% about his name.

Straightening, the shark cast his sights to the churning sea and Dorian would see the creature’s stern expression brighten. His brows lifted and his eyes widened as though he were witnessing a miracle; having a religious experience.

You know I could have used a Banshee Wail, but then again, you might have died too. I’ll make sure Barnabus pays in one way or another. Maybe we could sell him to a Khalidoran slaver? Those ones are cruel and it would be fiting.

“’E be mine,” Mako reminded Dorian. “’E be a smart man. Too smart fo’ ‘is own good. I want mine…”

Despite standing before his old home, he hadn’t taken a single step toward the welcoming waves. Dorian went to go rest himself upon a log of driftwood and almost shyly the fish cast his dark eyes his way as though to silently ask for permission. Seeing the magi’s hand motion, Mako looked back toward the water and started toward it.

“I’ll be back, ‘uman. ‘Don’chu die jus’ yet,” Mako told him.

He waded into the rolling water until the waves crested over him. As they came crashing down and the water went flat, the fish was gone. The brown, ripped breaches of the fat keeper he had killed were all that washed up on the sandy shore.

Feeding Time…one hour later…

Mako erupted from the water with a burst of salt and foam. The wave he had rode up to the beach crashed behind him, rolling past his hips as it lapped at the sandy shore. Clenched between the fish’s teeth was a large, silver-bellied mackerel, flailing about as it tried to tear itself free of the shark’s vicious grip. The fish man leisurely walked over to the trousers that he had left on the beach and stooped to retrieve them, putting them on one leg at a time. Once they were strung up on his hips, he started over to the human if he was still there and alive, his teeth biting down on the fish as its blood began to roll in red rivulets down his argent flesh.

The mackerel continued to flop until Mako stopped just before Dorian to toss back his head, which flipped the fish around so that it was angled down his throat. His two sets of teeth and neck muscles worked like a grinder, his throat swelling to accommodate the creature as it fought to the very end. It wiggled its way all the way down into Mako’s protruding full belly, its delicious end announced with an explosive belch that left the shark’s mouth on a long, gassy breath. Patting his belly, the Mercos laughed joyful. It had been such a long time since he had felt so full—probably more than full, but at least he wasn’t starving anymore. There was definitely a strong, revitalized energy about him that brightened his complexion, making his skin gleam like the first snow.

“Aah, I didn’t think I’d eva’ taste fish like that again,” Mako said with a large grin.

He then dropped to his knee and took Dorian’s hand if he’d let him. Extending the human’s bandaged finger, he pressed the tip to the pointy crown of his teeth, and even with the lightest pressure, the man would see the bubble of blood that soaked into his rags and began to drip through the hole that was made. Mako extended his black tongue and licked his fingertip, gathering the human’s blood to be stored within his memory. Releasing his hand, Mako smirked and told him:

“There. I know the taste and smell of yer blood, so if it spills on the air or in the water, I will come. I will come and whoever spilled yer blood will wish they ‘ad never summoned the likes of me. It woz all I could think ov’ to give ya mate. A life fo’a life.”

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo
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"Such a strange little darling..." Elizabeth thought, watching the rocking child who seemed determined not to look at her, "Perhaps the girl is touched." Suddenly the door to the carriage opened and her private meeting was interrupted by a young boy, she knew him what was his name? Damien? No, that was his brother, she had a talent for faces and this was his brother, Sebastian.
"Hello Lady Elizabeth, long time no see. Nassara, a pleasure as always," The boy said, his voice going from sarcastic to truthful in the blink of an eye. Nassara gave him nothing in return but a cool glare.
"Awww, the poor dear..." Elizabeth thought, smiling slightly beneath her mask.
"Hey, I know you don't like me, I don't like you, but my brother wants to talk to your friend here, ten minutes maximum, then you can get on your way with this lady," Sebastian said pulling back the curtain and checking on Her two guests before turning back to her with a smile as fake as the one on her mask, "I know we've had our differences in the past, but I promise not to kill you today if you promise you won't kill me. Sound like a plan?"
Elizabeth let out a sweet, high pitched giggle and raised a delicate hand over her mouth, "My dear little Sebastian, you naughty boy, it is terribly bad manners to enter a ladies carriage without her permission, its a quick route to a slit throat," She leaned in and gently lifted his chin with a delicate gloved hand, "Or a hole in the head." She said, just as softly, and the click of a flintlock hammer alerted everyone to Marcus's pistol, the barrel of which was an inch from Sebastian's temple. There was a cold silence as Elizabeths blank stare hovered in front of Sebastian, "I would improve my manners, if I were you." There was another, unbearably long pause before she let go of his chin and sat but up with a delighted giggle, "But my my my, your just far to adorable to ruin. Marcus, you terror you! Put that gun away!" she said cheerily.
"Of course Ma'am." He said, holstering his pistol but leaving his ominous presence looming like a stormcloud.
"Now, of course my guests may speak with you quickly if they desire it, I am a host not a gaoler." She said with a laugh, looking at Jarrak and Kalila
Jarrack glared at the twin, Sebastian his name was, "As much as I would much rather leave you to your business, oh rightious defender of old men. I follow my Ward." He looked down at Kalila, "Kalila, what would you like to do?"

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Tahlia woke, stretched and swung her small build out of bed. She downed the drink next to her bed and ate her way through the meagre meal that she'd bought last night and taken up to her apartment with her. Living above the Crying Angel had it's perks, despite the late nights due to noisy, rowdy pirates. Pulling on her pants and long sleeve shirt she inspected her image in the mirror. She was covered in skin tight black, save for her hands and feet, her flaming red hair standing out against the darkness of the clothing and the smooth tan of her skin. Perching on the edge of the bed she pulled on her lace up boots and tied them tightly. Throwing on her knee-length tan jacket that helped her to blend into the crowd, and pulling the hood over her bright hair, she descended into the main room of the inn.
She settled into her usual chair in the furthest corner of the room from the door, with her head down to cover her face and hide her hair as much as possible. She had a reputation in Nassau, as did her mother, and in order to catch the gossip off the ocean she needed people not to be afraid to speak around her. The bartender approached and Tahlia grinned at him, her shining smile disarming him. Abraham was an old friend of her mothers, and he'd known Tahlia since she was a little child, but she still managed to disarm him and it always made her feel better to exercise her abilities.

"Abraham..." She flipped a coin up to him and winked "The usual, good sir?"
She didn't entirely know what was in "the usual" but it was dark red and usually smoking, and it warmed her insides when she drank it.

"Of course young Miss Commeranda" Abraham replied, stuttering a little over her last name.

"Abe... how many times? Please call me Tahlia." She smiled again.

"Yes Miss." He replied before turning to leave.

Tahlia settled into her chair and closed her eyes, expanding her senses and listening in to the various conversations going on around her. She heard the clink of glass as Abraham set her drink down, she heard the boys at the bar bragging about the previous nights 'conquests', she heard the door open... the door opened! Tahlia snapped opened her eyes and saw a woman with long dark hair enter and sit at a table. She had a man with her which judging from his stance was either a brother or an old friend, but Tahlia wasn't interested in him. This woman had attracted her attention something fierce.

Abraham walked up to them and spoke in a friendly manner "Miss Vana. Long time no see."

"Ah, Abraham. I'll take a glass of red wine." The woman spoke, her voice light and fairly relaxed for being in a pub full of pirates... Tahlia concluded she was a captain, there was no way a whelp would be this relaxed. Therefore... the man was a first mate? or a trusted crew member? Tahlia's brain was ticking over quickly, watching the exchange of words with interest.

"As usual," Abraham chuckled before looking at the gentleman.

Waving his hand, he replied smoothly "Some beer will do fine."

Abraham nodded before walking away and returning soon enough with the drinks. The woman dropped the coins into Abe's outstretched hand. "Miss Vana" had intrigued Tahlia, and that was no easy feat. Today may actually be an interesting day. Tahlia smiled to herself and sipped her drink, feeling the gentle burn travel down her throat.

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Kalila watched the exchange between the two, Sebastian and Lady Harlington. She stopped her rocking and looked at Jarrak as he asked her what she wanted.

She wanted out of this carriage and away from Harlington. She looked at the scarved woman, blinked a few times, before gutting forward, and pressing a quick, and gentle kiss to her scarved mouth.

There were no images, not on Kalila's part, Nassara however, might not be so fortunate.

Kalila looked at her, her slate grey eyes glimmering some as this thought would be shared between her and Nassara.

"You will be avenged."

With that, Kalila climbed out of the carriage and stood beside Sebastian, her head down, her face guarded.



Alexandrine listened to his tale. She clicked her teeth. "Dz'at is a real shame," She said sincerely. She didn't know if Bluebeard was some sort of deity, but she really didn't care, she'd find out one way or another.

She was mere moments from telling her story to Theodous when another walked up to them. Alexandrine turned as the new man as Theodous inquired about him.

Alexandrine looked him up and down. "No, my friends are dead, Who are you?" She asked the new man, he seemed to have quite a bit of power, it seemed to be radiating from him.

She still kept her hood pulled low.

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Kalilas sudden movement to kiss Nassara didn't shock Jarrak in the slightest, she was prone to odd behaviour and erratic gestures of love and scorn. The startled Nassara didn't far as well, her eyes going wide as she stiffened at the physical contact, her hands instinctively going to something beneath her robes but was not drawn. She then hopped out of the carriage, leaving the stunned Nassara wide eyed inside.
Elizabeth giggled and leaned over to her handmaid, "I would think that she likes you my dear," She whispered seductively, "Almost as much as I do."
"Thank you for your hospitality lady Harlington," Jarrak said with a nod, "But I suggest you don't wait for us, Kalila can be... Erratic. We wouldn't wish to keep you."
"Of course Darling!" She exclaimed with a melodramatic wave before setting her hand on his shoulder, "Should you wish to find me again, I would be more than happy to host your stay here in Nassau," She turned back to Sebastian, her hand still firmly clasped on Jarraks shoulder, "Good Sebastian will be able to direct you to my Estate. I am sure he remembers the way." She turned back to Jarrak, "Safe travels dear, I hope to see you soon."
"Thank you Lady Harlington." Jarrak said before exiting the carriage. There were few people on earth he feared. One was Kalilas father, this woman was another.
"Marcus! Let us away!" she said with a cheerful cry.
"Of course ma'am!" He exclaimed back and the carriage launched off down the street with the crack of whips.
Jarrak turned to Sebastian, "Lead the way, Pirate."

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Benyamin realized immediately Alexandrine is was not the fae he was seeking. In fact, a closer inspection revealed her to be human. He then remembered that it was Aja he should have talked to. "Oh! Sorry! Wrong person! Although, I guess it's rude not to say who I am before going since you asked. My name is Benyamin Ancariis." He then jerked his head sideways because he and his brother were well known among both angels and humans. "Yes, Adir is my brother, a hotheaded one, at that. People often call me the Angelic Pirate because, well, let's just say I'm not your typical one. Anyway, sorry to have troubled you, ma'am. My memory was mixed up, for a moment. It's been a while since I last made port." He then went back to his table and resumed with his drink.

((I hate that the post is short, but I don't have time, right now, due to needing to head to work. I'll edit this, later.))

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Lady Elizabeth seemed to study Sebastian as he held on before she finally spoke, not includin Nassara still appearing to hate him even if he couldn't help that she didn't like him, most likely because she thought he was a pirate.

Elizabeth let out a sweet, high pitched giggle and raised a delicate hand over her mouth, "My dear little Sebastian, you naughty boy, it is terribly bad manners to enter a ladies carriage without her permission, its a quick route to a slit throat," She leaned in and gently lifted his chin with a delicate gloved hand, "Or a hole in the head." He nearly choked in surprise. He wasn't touched often, only by Damien or Kato in fact. Most others didn't want to touch a young boy who had killed.

Just as Sebastian was going to interrupt, the click of a flintlock hammer alerted everyone to Marcus's pistol, the barrel of which was an inch from Sebastian's temple. Sebastian smiled as there was a cold silence while Elizabeths blank stare hovered in front of Sebastian, "I would improve my manners, if I were you." There was another, unbearably long pause before she let go of his chin and sat but up with a delighted giggle, "But my my my, your just far to adorable to ruin. Marcus, you terror you! Put that gun away!" she said cheerily.

Sebastian hated Marcus, the brute, but knew he wouldn't shoot without his lady's permission, and she hadn't shot him yet whenever she saw him, so why would she shoot him now? Besides, she probably didn't want his blood on her gloves. Sebastian gave him a look, nodding at him to go ahead and remove the gun.

"Of course Ma'am." He said, holstering his pistol but leaving his ominous presence looming like a stormcloud. Sebastian gave him a little wave as he looked back in the carriage. He would get killed one day for joining a carriage without permission, but that day wasn't today.

"Now, of course my guests may speak with you quickly if they desire it, I am a host not a gaoler." She said with a laugh, looking at Jarrak and Kalila. Sebastian shrugged. "Yeah, well, you're not an angel either," Sebastian muttered under his breath, so quiet that nobody could have hear him.

Jarrack glared at the twin, Sebastian his name was, "As much as I would much rather leave you to your business, oh righteous defender of old men. I follow my Ward." He looked down at Kalila, "Kalila, what would you like to do?" Sebastian made a face as he watched the guy.

"To be honest, I don't need you, Damien just wants to talk to the girl, just talk," Sebastian says to be clear that was literally all he wanted to do in it's entirety. "And I am not righteous, I just don't do people being cruel. Anyone I've ever hurt, I've done it quickly and with the least amount of pain as possible," Sebastian says thoughtfully.

Kalila had apparently been watching the exchange between the two, Sebastian and Lady Harlington. She stopped her rocking and looked at Jarrak as he asked her what she wanted. The girl was too young to be around killers, thieves, and torturers.

She looked at the scarved woman, blinked a few times, before gutting forward, and pressing a quick, and gentle kiss to her scarved mouth. Sebastian nearly let go of the carriage just because of this, only holding on at the last second. "What the-," Sebastian began before cutting himself off, watching the two with wide eyes.

With that, Kalila climbed out of the carriage and stood beside Sebastian, her head down, her face guarded. "I will not ever understand women, ever," Sebastian says amazed as he steps down from the carriage and looks down at the girl.

Elizabeth giggled and leaned over to her handmaid, "I would think that she likes you my dear," She whispered seductively, "Almost as much as I do." Sebastian nearly shivered at her tone. This woman really freaked him out and he wanted to get away from her. He could still feel her touching him and he hated it.

"Thank you for your hospitality lady Harlington," Jarrak said with a nod, "But I suggest you don't wait for us, Kalila can be... Erratic. We wouldn't wish to keep you." Sebastian looked around incredulously, acting amazed "Really? You sure?"

"Of course Darling!" She exclaimed with a melodramatic wave before setting her hand on his shoulder, "Should you wish to find me again, I would be more than happy to host your stay here in Nassau," She turned back to Sebastian, her hand still firmly clasped on Jarraks shoulder, "Good Sebastian will be able to direct you to my Estate. I am sure he remembers the way."

"I see you've noticed my hat then. Yeah I remember the gaudy place," Sebastian says crossing his arms. She turned back to Jarrak, "Safe travels dear, I hope to see you soon."

"Thank you Lady Harlington." Jarrak said before exiting the carriage. "You're going to get yourself killed," Sebastian says, truly amazed that the guy wasn't dead yet. "Marcus! Let us away!" she said with a cheerful cry. "Of course ma'am!" He exclaimed back and the carriage launched off down the street with the crack of whips. He really was a puppet.

Jarrak turned to Sebastian, "Lead the way, Pirate." Sebastian shakes his head at the man. "You really are going to kill yourself. You have encountered three of the most known killers and pirates of the world and you have been very sassy to two of them. And you just really piss me off," Sebastian says annoyed now as he turns to walk towards his ship which wasn't far since they were dropped off at the docks.

"Also, a tip to you, don't call a pirate a pirate to his face when you're on his ship. There's a lot more of them then there are of you, and you will be dead, very quickly," Sebastian says simply as he waves his hand at his ship. He boards the plank, muttering something under his breath.

"Kato, is Damien awake yet?" Sebastian asks Kato. Kato shakes his head no, then nods appreciatively having watched the exchange from the ship. Everyone on the ship was lounging about right now, really just tired after a morning of work.

"Come on then," Sebastian says as he motions for the two to follow him below the stern's deck. Sebastian went below, seeing Damien standing in front of the mirror in just his pants and boots. "Kato didn't come down did he?" Sebastian asks and Damien just shakes his head. "Everyone on our ship is mute today," Sebastian declares before walking in.

Damien turned back to the mirror, but when he saw two more people enter, he nearly panicked as he turned back around trying to block what they probably already saw. "You couldn't have warned me they were coming in?" Damien demands as he breaths deeply, trying to catch his breath. He sighed as he stood.

"So, guess who I ran into today?" Sebastian asks a he sits on his bed, pouring some water and offering it to the their guests before setting it on the table for whenever they wanted it. "I don't really care." Damien offers as he moves to take the class, knowing that hiding his back from these two was impossible since they already saw it.

"Lady Harlington," Sebastian declares with a smile. Damien coughs on his water, setting the cup down. "Really? You didn't get in trouble for the hat?" Damien asks and Sebastian shrugs. "Nothing unusual," Sebastian says referring to his near death experience. He didn't know how many times he'd nearly died.

"Hey, so, little lady, I just need your help with something, please," Damien says going up to her and looking down at her. He makes a motion at Sebastian who stands and pulls her guardian into the hall gently, closing the door behind him. "He's not going to hurt her, he just needs to talk to her in private. I dislike you greatly. Did you know that?" Sebastian asks as he motions for the guy to go above deck, ready to follow.

Meanwhile Damien looks at the girl, unsure how to start. "Please, I need to know who did this. Can you tell me?" Damien asks as he takes a deep breath then turns his back on her. On his back, the letters Benez stood out. Almost half finished with what might have been an l, i, n, m, p, or something else. One couldn't tell how it was there, and only Damien knew, but hadn't even told Sebastian. It wasn't finished, that's for sure. Damien prayed she could tell him something about it.

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Kalila gave Jarrak a nod to say she'd be fine by herself for now. Though Jarrak knew that, she was her father's daughter, sometimes she was downright scary.

She stood silently as Damien turned to her shirtless. "Hey, so, Little Lady, I just need your help with something, please," Just as Sebastian closes the door, leaving Jarrak on the opposite side.

"Please, I need to know who did this. Can you tell me?" He said and Kalila stepped forward as he turned. The Letters engraved on his back floated up in her vision.

B E N E Z

Kalila frowned, coming very close, her fingers tracing the letter lines on his skin.

Through the touch, he could hear her thoughts. "I can only see what you saw...." She said, telepathy was much easier for her to speak then using her voice.

"If you know, I know." She told him, still tracing the letters. "I can only help you remember..." She thought to him and dropped her hand, but still close enough that he'd be face to face with her, should he turn around.



Alexandrine just listened to the alleged angel as he spoke on. Benyamin, he called himself. She really didn't care, the last thing she needed was someone mistaking her for someone else. If he did it, so would someone else.

It was in that moment that a woman, of an unnaturally beautiful dark skinned woman, entered the bar, she seemed completely out of place, her skin seeming to glow, though wrapped in a red shaw.

Alexandrine steeled herself.

She was not human.

"Benyamin..." Her voice was soft yet loud as she approached the angel, as he sat. "You d'ink too loud, My dear." She said with a tap to her forehead. "You know exactly where to find me, yet you refuse to enter, afraid of temptation?" She asked coyly as she sauntered across the room, circling behind him. walking her dainty fingers across his shoulders before taking a seat. "What brings me to your d'oughts?" She said.

Alexandrine felt irritation begin to tickle her insides, too many supernatural beings in one room for her taste. She paid for her drink and stood. "It's much too crowded." She said to Theodous, and tugged on her hood before walking out the door before she became....aggravated.

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Kalila gave Jarrak a nod. She stood silently as Damien turned to her shirtless.Kalila frowned, coming very close, her fingers tracing the letter lines on his skin.

Damien didn't know she was close until he felt her fingers tracing the letters and he tensed. He tried to breath deeply, tried not freaking out that someone was touching the scars. Then things got freaky. Through the touch, he could hear her thoughts. "I can only see what you saw...." She appeared to have said, though Damien didn't hear it like he normally would.

His heart dropped, then he thought back to that night. He had seen his attackers, he just couldn't remember them after they did something. Maybe they hit his head around too much and that's why he couldn't remember.

"If you know, I know." She told him, still tracing the letters. "I can only help you remember..." She thought to him and dropped her hand. Damien smiled in disbelief as he realized what that meant. He turned around excited, grabbing her hand, then stopped as he looked down at her, less than a handswidth away. He dropped her hand, then just looked again.

He just looks at her amazed before saying out loud, "I remember that night, but not the faces or the people. You're not completely normal are you?" Damien realized how close they were and stepped back. He didn't know what was up with this girl. She was younger than him and he didn't know how old she was. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable in any way but wasn't sure if that would or could be helped.

He took a seat on his bed, looking up at her. "How can you help me remember?" Damien asks, regaining his composure after he took a few deep breaths. He was not one to loose his composure in front of ladies, quite the contrary actually. He still couldn't believe she was here in front of him. "Are you okay? You did seem to pass out today," Damien says looking at her curious and slightly concerned. Why was he concerned? He just met the girl.

She was pretty and seemed as if he might know her from something. Was it the eyes? Had he seen those somewhere before? He had no clue, but he certainly wanted to know. He moved over to allow her a place to sit if she wanted. "How much of it do you see? And can you feel it too?" Damien asks, not knowing how much she can feel.

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Kalila went stiff as he grabbed her. Images flooded into her mind, too fast for her to see clearly. She grunted as he dropped her hand.

"I remember that night, but not the faces or the people. You're not completely normal, are you?" He said and Kalila remained quiet, the connection lost as they were no longer in contact.

Her face was void of expression save for her eyes. No, she was far from normal...she was a godling...and avatar for a goddess, she was even born blind, it wasn't until she was about 8 that her vision came to her. She was so happy to see her mother and father for the first time, to see Jarrak, to see her own face, but it was then she was able to see what people looked like when they saw her, their expression, their fear and confusion.

She hated it.

"How can you help me remember?" He asked as he sat on his bed.

She just stood there, as he regianed himself.
"Are you okay? You did seem to pass out today." He asked and her head cocked to the side some.

Was she okay?

He sounded concerned. No one usually cared much beyond her family,Jarrak included.

She only nodded.

"How much of it do you see? Can you feel it too?" He asked and Kalila sat beside him. She nodded once. Yes. she could feel it. She could feel everything.

She turned and held her hands to his head and gently touched his head, looking into his eyes.

"Think about that night and we will go."

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Damien just smiled as she nodded, surprised that she didn't seem to talk much compared to himself.

When she sat beside him, Damien sat back against the wooden wall and watched her. When she nodded at his asking if she felt it, Damien hesitated. Could he make her go with him to face it again? "I don't... I don't know if I can do that to you," Damien says softly as he watches her, guilty. He wasn't a bad person in his eyes, he was reckless and arrogant and stupid sometimes, but he wasn't one to inflict pain for the fun of it or without caring.

When she touched him on his head this time, Damien watched her hands before looking back into those gray eyes. "Think about that night and we will go," Her voice echoed into his head in a way. "I'm sorry," He says after hearing her, fearful she wouldn't forgive him after this.

He took a deep breath before going back. He remembered a lot of it and felt almost as if he was there again. He sat on the ground of the cold cell, one window at least ten feet above his head and barred. The place stank and was covered in stains that he knew was blood. Chains had been around his hands and ankles and he had watched the window above him, listening to the lapping of the waves outside. Occasionally a splash of ocean water came in and soaked him again and again.

He had gotten bored, really bored and had begun to play with the chains at his wrists, trying to get them off and avoid looking at what was on the wall next to him. A rack of what was probably going to be his worst nightmare soon enough. He was only fifteen at the time, just barely 5'10" and skinnier than most of the beggars on the streets of Nassau, his favorite city in the world.

He couldn't tell how long he had been in there. He had just been thrown in there after he had been caught having pushed Sebastian into the water to avoid being seen by the people they were stealing from. Their most recent captain, a cruel man, had wanted them to steal something and sure enough, they had done it.

This was how his nightmare or attacks started, him sitting there and doing nothing when all of a sudden he was on the ground, facedown, struggling to breath before he felt another strike of pain, with what, he didn't know. He didn't know what he had used against him, but he did remember sitting in a pool of his own blood for hours. He remembered getting burned, or something like it.

However, he didn't find himself facedown on the ground as he was thinking back to it. He looked around, more aware that he was there and that he was just trying to remember than anything else. "Girl?" He asked nothing as he sat there in the small pool of sunlight the cold cell allowed in. He still didn't even know her name. It was something like Kayla, wasn't it? Kalia maybe. He would just ask her to make things better.

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Kalila watched as the world around them into a dark cold room, it reeked of blood and flesh.

He was in chains, now, blood caked around his wrists.

She stood against the wall, hidden by the dark.

"Girl."

"I'm here, My name is Kalila." She said. "I control this world, but I will not alter it, in here, It is easy for me to speak, outside it hard." She said and kneeled beside him, her face mere inches from his. She knew what was to come next, pain and violence, he was strong but this was an old torment. Something that plague his thoughts. His mind would make it so much worse.

"Your captors will not hear or see me, and whatever they do, it is not real, the pain, the smells, it is not real, focus on that during the duration of this. I will be here the whole time. If I feel it becomes too much, I will end it, or if I begin to feel weak. Understood? She said.

She looked behind her before soon they could here some sort of commotion from outside. Clearly seeing it before it happened.

"It's starting. Remember it's not real. Are you ready?"

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Before Draed could actually get any information from the pretty young lady, the ring of the entrance bell interrupted the deal that was proceeding. Expecting a fancy woman looking for useless artifacts that cost a pretty penny or a low-level criminal looking for information, he was surprised to see a woman with intense written all over her standing in the doorway.

"You there...” The woman announced with a less than womanly voice

She couldn’t be talking to Draed, he just got back from a twenty year hiatus and no one but the woman he was dealing with knew of his return.

"I was told you could be of some assistance to me....or vice versa...I don't suppose you are in the market for a crew?"

Well it was indeed clear that she was approaching Draed, with the information that he was in search of a crew. This was beyond strange… Knowing his whereabouts and the fact that he was looking to gather up a crew was nowhere near coincidence.

Drawing his sword once again, the point of the blade aiming towards the other woman this time around, a ruthless but calm expression creeped upon his face.

“I don’t take kind to spying my dear.” Blade steadily pointed at her.

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Salia was on the verge of making some easy coin, but of course some ridiculousness had to interrupt the transfer of information. A Woman, a fairly pretty woman… crashed the party.

As the two argued, Salia had once again found herself in a stick situation… one she had no part in. As Draeds blade peered its ugly head once again, she was afraid that this time it was going to be put into use.

“Now now you two, this is a peaceful establishment.” Salia chimed in trying to prevent the conflict that might occur, most likely breaking some of her merchandise in the process.

Slowly step by step making her way to the back of her store, Salia tried to remain neutral as possible while getting the hell out of the way.

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Xandra didn't blink as the blade flashed and was aimed at her throat.

"I don't take kind to spying my dear."

Xandra smirked and gently moved the blade with the metal cuff that adorned her wrist.

"Good, because I'm not a spy." She said, her eyes darted to the pretty girl behind the counter.

"Now now, you two, this is a peaceful establishment." She said and Xandra looked at her boredly before her eyes met with the man.

"Peace...Captian, I assume. A Little Faery told me, What I seek would be here, Fae, they are an annoying little bunch but they never lie. I seek a ship so I assume that you are the one to assist then that endeavor." She said and attempted to side stepped his steady blade.

"By the way you hold your blade, I can only assume that you are either a General or a Captain." She said.

"Xandra Ravenswood." She offered, "Do you mind removing your blade?"

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Damien looks at her and nods, feeling his breathing coming unevenly now. Kalila. It was a pretty name and he had been close. She had kneeled beside him, her face mere inches from his.

"Your captors will not hear or see me, and whatever they do, it is not real, the pain, the smells, it is not real, focus on that during the duration of this. I will be here the whole time. If I feel it becomes too much, I will end it, or if I begin to feel weak. Understood?' She said to him. He nodded, his stomach clenching and he felt himself getting sick as he felt weak again like on that night.

She looked behind her before soon they could here some sort of commotion from outside. Clearly seeing it before it happened. "It's starting. Remember it's not real. Are you ready?" Damien shakes his head as he presses himself against he back of the cell. His shirt was ragged and his shoes were gone.

"To be honest, I'll never be ready," He whispers quietly. Only then did the men burst in. Damien tried to take in their faces as much as possible, finally remembering their faces after so long. He hadn't seen them before, didn't remember them at all from anything else.

He pushed back, harder into the wall as he watched them come closer. One was tall and slim with sharp eyes and a hooked nose. The other was rather fat and seemed to be sweating badly. The last was taller than Kato and definitely the one in charge. All of which wore masks and made Damien feel dread that they would have to wait.

"Hey, I don't know what you guys want but I-," Damien begins before the lead guys hand was over his throat, pushing him against the back wall. His back felt different and wasn't scarred, though he was scared. The guy's hand felt like it was really choking Damien and he was beginning to panic when the guy let him go, giving him a chance to catch his breath as he hunched over.

"Get some things ready for the boy," The leader says as he watches Damien. Damien tried to think how things were going. Why was he here? What was going on? Who was that girl in the corner? What was her name again? Kalila. She was causing this so he could know who did it to him. He needed to know, because that might make his life so much better and easier.

"Let me go," Damien managed as he tried to sit up a little bit. The guy accepted an offered knife. Damien didn't know what to expect or what was going to happen but he knew it wouldn't be good.

Time dragged by in seconds and now as it appeared to be later with the sun beginning to set, Damien finally was allowed to sit up, really forced to. His face was barely distinguishable what with the bruises and cuts and blood coating it. His shirt hung limply at his waist having fallen from his shoulders hours ago. He was bleeding and bruised everywhere and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

The two friends of the leader dragged him to be standing and his hands were put into chains higher against the wall, his stomach now facing the wall. It sure as hell didn't feel fake and Damien had forgotten that Kalila was there. The bucket of hot coals was brought closer and the group began their job on Damien's back. The leader took what appeared to be a metal brand with various letters in the bucket. When they were hot enough, Damien felt it pressed into his back. He hadn't screamed much so far, but this was where he couldn't help it and he let out a long agonized one.

"Kalila, Kalila how much longer?" Damien manages through gritted teeth. One of the fellows dragged a knife over the scorched skin, cutting it open now, deeply. The process continued until one seemed to get annoyed. "The mask is getting ridiculous, the boy can't even keep his eyes open," the fat one says as he removes his mask. Damien, half out of it, looks back in time to see the man's face, and his friend's face who had taken his mask off long ago.

"Idiots, he'll see you," The leader says as he catches Damien's eye. He had already finished most of the name and went ahead and decided to knock Damien out for the rest of it. The leader paused as he was about to brand the second to last letter, and approached Damien who passed o0t finally, welcoming the blackness.

He woke up what seemed like hours later, the cold hard floor beneath him as well as the red pooling of his blood. "Is it over?" He asks softly, his voice hoarse from screaming, hoping that whatever they were doing, why they came back, they could leave this place and be done with it forever.

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Impressed at her unshaken attitude, it was clear that she was a hardy person.

"Good, because I'm not a spy."

Draed all but ignored Salia’s plea for peace in the store, He was more concerned with the explanation the girl was bound to give him.

"Peace...Captian, I assume. A Little Faery told me, What I seek would be here, Fae, they are an annoying little bunch but they never lie. I seek a ship so I assume that you are the one to assist then that endeavor."

Fae… useful and annoying all the same. Draed hadn’t seen the likes of one… well he couldn’t really remember the last time he had cross paths with such a creature.

"Do you mind removing your blade?"

“Well, what a spectacle this is!” Draed smiled, letting his blade fall into the wood floor, standing on its own as the point dug into the old creaky lumber. The sword stood in-between the two incase Draed was put into any situations.

“Names Brooks, Draed Brooks… Looks like fate has intertwined our paths young lady.” Draed said, reaching out his rough hand for a hand shake. Seemed to be his luck running into two pretty young women in his first outing.

Maybe this entire recruiting thing would be easier than Draed first thought, seeing as his first candidate had came to him within a few short moments of being in the port town.

*****

Salia watched as the two settled their differences in what seemed like a few short moments. She flinched as the cutlass stabbed the wooden boards of the stores floor. All she was concerned with at the moment was if she was still getting her pay. The coins still sat on the counter, but she dared not reach for them with two pirates in the midst of her store.

Huffing, Salia sat in chair, waiting to see what was going to happen next…

“ If this woman has the information he needs, I’m out of a decent pay.”

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Kalila watched as his torture commenced. She waited, taking in his pain as he did.

She watched the men in the mask, giving him the scars on his back. She looked at him, watching him. He wanted it to be over, of course he did but she was meant to help him. So she would, even if he didn't want it.

"Kalila, Kalila, how much longer?"

She ignored it watching the men. She frowned as the men removed the mask, one by one.

She stopped the memory just as he was about to be branded.

He woke up and Kalila walked over to him, as he found himself back where he started.

"Is it over?"

"No." She said walking over to him. She took his hands, and pulled him up, and in the process, making a copy of his conscious.

"I had to let the memory play out, now, we can move through it and you will not feel the pain, but we much watch it again." She said and looked ahead, her eyes far off as the memory started to play again, this time Damien was watching it just as she did, her hand holding his.

To anyone that knew her it would have been a strange sight.
Kalila was notorious for not wanting to be touched. It took Jarrak years of training with her mother in order for Kalila not to feel his memories, and her own father couldn't touch her without her mother present.

Without looking at him, Kalila spoke.
"You saw their faces. Even if it was only brief and you were barely conscious but you saw them, your mind logged the memory, and now you can revisit it." She said as the whole ordeal began again.
She squeezed his hand in a strange moment of empathy, something Kalila had very little experience.

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"Well, What a spectacle this is!" The old man bellowed after sitting his sword to the wood. He was careful, it was just between then, far enough away to feign peace.

Clever.

Xandra narrowed her eyes.

"Names Brooks, Draed Brooks....Looks like fate had interwined our pathes young lady." He said extending his hand.

She'd have to pay Aja a bit more next time she saw her...maybe.

She shook his hand firmly.

"So it seems." She said with an arched eyebrow.

Xandra noticed the girl, huffing behind the counter. "You, with the problem?" She said, her temper was a legendary one. "Find us some good rum, will you? We've much to discuss."[/b] She said and her attention was back to Brooks. She let his hand go and grabbed a chair, flipping it so that she rested against it's back.
"So, You are in the market for a crew then?" She asked, through narrowed blue-green eyes."