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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Next to a shipwreck (Devil's Triangle)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH_6FBa6w8M][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Take Me Under" by Byaginc[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena practically caressed her surroundings with her soft blue eyed gaze. She took it all in, the shipwreck and the vast ocean beyond, with a look of awe. She was like a babe seeing the world for the first time. Not only did she such beauty and untamable power, but she also saw a world of boundless freedom and adventures. Who knew the afterlife could be so enthralling? She took her first few steps upon the ocean floor and reached out to run her hand along the wood of the ship. It was a paradox really, the way in which the ocean could take life and then turn it into something new and flourishing with life. The ocean had reclaimed this ship and over time turned it into its own ecosystem. It would seem the ocean had too reclaimed her. What then did it have in store for her? 

	It was then that she felt something faintly calling to her from deep within. It was a different feeling than what the hunger for blood had felt like it. It was more appealing and yet more primal. It seemed to be drawing her upwards, away from the sea floor. She looked up from where she stood. She was too deep to see the light from above the surface. She promptly jumped up and pushed off of the sea floor with her feet. She began swimming upwards, following the call of the flask.
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Outside [i]Twelve Daggers[/i] Tavern – Port of Tortuga

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5up5B9n7ICA][color=B22222]- [I]"Horns" by Bryce Fox[/I][/color][/url]
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	Edgard was back to being confused by Alisanne's behavior. Granted, it wasn't really her. She wasn't really here. She couldn't be. Damn, maybe he was going crazy. He let out a sigh, rubbed his temple with his fingers. The longer he conversed with her the further he felt himself descend into madness. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. He needed to think through things from a more logical standpoint. First things first, he needed to find a new crew, considering he slaughtered the last one.  

	He watched as "Alisanne" began walking towards the docks. He was torn. He wanted to go to her and cling to what little bit of reality and comfort she provided, but he also knew that dwelling on what could be wasn't getting him anywhere. He let out a frustrated sigh. [color=B22222]"I will find you, [I]and[/I] I will find the flask. Then we will have power beyond measure,"[/color] he vowed. And then he turned slightly to head down to the docks from a different direction.