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She huffed as Calico managed to get himself out of her special knot.
"He is busy." She looks at him while leaning against the wall and takes in a quick breath then pushes off the wall and steps so she stands directly Infront of Calico. She only slightly looked down on the giant as he sat up on the bed.
"Calico quit figitin' I got somethin' important for ya to hear." With that she proceeds to tell him about what happens to the island. How the blackness swept over everything. How it destroyed everything, plants, animals, buildings, ships, men and women nothing was spared. "It engulfed the entire island. Nothin' survived. Nothin' but some of the crazy seawitches men but then Tony's niece somehow called down a bolt of lightnin' and blasted them away too." She put a hand on Calicos shoulder. "But all yer fleet, the men, goods and spices are gone. So are yer fancy houses, clothin' and anythin' you had ashore is gone." She had never lost something that valuable to her so she wasent sure how he was going to take this, but she was there standing tall if he needed.

"Captain Alex, a wealthy man never keeps the eggs in one basket, there's as many ship and men sailing the open seas as we speak... the golden arrow and the silver spear are damaged and burnt but I still have the other three. The men, their lives, their families, that is the harder loss" sighed Calico

"What of... the ambassador... what of Sir Henry Morgan? Did he make it in time to the Rosemary? Have we any word of him?" asked Calico cautious and weary fearing having failed his mentor

Below the decks...if one were to be able to access the area that is. Rather than a single room or hallway, there was a vast and seemingly never sending cavern of wood. Filled with people of all shapes sizes and races each living in small homes built up to be one maybe two stories each. It was as if an entire civilization was formed on this very ship, though it looked rather small from the outside. It was here in one of the empty homes, that Seline was laid out on a bed by her new friend as her uncle stood silently by and watched her steady breathing.

Alex hides a small smirk. SHe knew he wasent a fool, he wouldnt be commanding all those vessel, even so she now knew by his calmness that what he had on this island was not much . And if they were to betrothed, a shiver slipped down her spine at that word, all that is his will be hers. Calicos' question snapped her out of her daydreaming.
"Humm who? Ah Morgan. I dont rightly know I couldnt see him in the boat with Antony's little bloody niece." She eyes Calico and then opens her mouth "Come you need to see the island." With that she kicks her boots at him. "And fix your collar you shirt is a mess." She turns away from him for she couldnt keep the smile off her lips when saying that last part.

Calico nodded at the remark, with a minor cough, and came over to the mirror, raising a quizzical eyebrow at his neck that now sported the mark of a fang embedded into it.

"Did you... enjoy yourself at my expense, lady Jackworth Pont-de-Ter?" questioned Calico turning to face captain Alex

It was clear that mark had not been on his neck when he went to question Antony and inform him of his intention to go and confront the witch and now, having woken from being heavily restrained, his shirt was undone and his neck had been clearly tampered with, the most logical culprit being, of course, his betrothed

She composed her face to revel nothing of her guilt then turned around and looked inquisitively at the bite mark on his neck.
"Are ya blind? Thats a bleedin' shark bite, an old one lookin' at it." She raises an eyebrow at him. "Though I would enjoy hearin' the story behind that particular scar." She smiles her teeth for once looking flat and harmless. "I mean as now betrothed were supposed to talk about our scars arnt we?" She chuckles a bit but her hand slides to hold the lower portion of her ribs verses sitting on her hip.
"Now if yer done ogling yerself and implying guilt on the innocent we best be getting on out on deck." She dosent turn from him and instead watch him. Now that she had marked him as hers all the fluster and blushing like a silly school girl had been abandoned and she was going to use this new situation to her advantage. Her eyes trailed over Calico from boots to hair and inwardly smiled, Yes to her advantage, monetarily and might as well enjoy it physically too.

"Well, regardless of how that ended there... it makes you no less my betrothed." smiled Calico

"You are right that there are greater matters to discuss and this dark witch is placing strain upon my wealth, thus, I am going to personally go and negotiate with her. If you cannot beat them... join them" mused Calico rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"In all cases, I must speak with Antony about Morgan. I grow restless concerning his fate" admitted Calico rubbing the back of the neck briefly

“Your not gonna be happy with the answer boy.”
Came Antony’s voice as he softly opened the door and entered the room. “Thank the gods your both dressed, i’d Hate to interrupt the engagement party” he spoke with a sly grin that lasted mere seconds before he noded to Alex
“Mind givin us a bit o’time lass? This isn’t going to be easy.”

Alex's cheeks flushed at Antony's implication.
"Ha! As if I'd let him perform any acts before we have any formal agreement!" It wasent her best comeback but she was mentally flustered. And with that she bowed to Antony muttering loud enough to be heard "Captain" then just watching Calico before she turned and left the room. Though right before closing the door she turns around and grins "And don't let me catch you deflowering my prize there Captain Antony! I know how you sailors lie to take the bride to be and have some fun with her before the big night. Just to make sure she knows what she's doing." And with a wink and a chuckle she closes the door.

Calico winced at the suggestive words from one and the other, coughing in light discomfort before seeing Alex close the door, his goofy smile soon becoming erased as he returned to a more serious and formal stance with piercing eyes set on captain Antony.

"What dreadful news are you willing to share with me this time round?" asked Calico rather intrigued and worried.

It was clear by the indications received, the fact he wouldn't like the answer and the fact that it would not be easy that Morgan was either dead or worse even, captive. In both cases he held his peace and maintained silence to let Antoni speak.

“Calico, even I as a captain of the seas have a hard time telling you this...we...we didn’t find Morgan amongst the survivors. We fear that in all likelihood he may have passed on” he spoke somberly as he pulled a small peice of blue Gem from his pocket and motioned for calico to hold out his hand.

She was intrigued as to what was being said behind the closed door but wasent foolish enough to try and ease drop so she headed up to the weather deck. Once up there she spotted Blackbeard overseeing the captives, including the prince.
"Ya seen any survivors?" She asks him as she comes and stands near him leaning on the handrail. She looks out to the bleak sea, eyes roving over grey waves and black land.

On the deck, eventually the hidden doors of the lower decks reappear. Slowly they open, exiting from them was the same girl who had called down a storm only moments before. Yet she seemed different somehow, almost lighter. As if her mother had not just died before her eyes mere minutes ago.
If one would guess, it would seem as if someone had done something to make her smile again, and to do it so soon after the tragedy seemed s miracle.
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Mere moments ago, she woke from the bed. Rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes. She felt as if she’d walked through an oven. The tips of her hair were singed, and large red patches on her skin indicated third degree burns which would take some time to heal. What disturbed her most however, was the fact that she was wearing completely different clothing than earlier. She now wore a white button up shirt. One a gentleman would normally wear. Paired with a faded light blue vest made of a particularly itchy material. Along with this, she wore a pair of loose fitting white pants.
She had been somehow undressed and redressed in men’s clothing while she slept.

Yet somehow that was still nothing compared to the next thing she saw, standing in the corner of the room was the same peculiar cat boy/creature that had tried to claim her earlier. His face was stuffed with food, and around his waist...her own corset she had been wearing earlier. Other than this he wore not much else but a pair of trousers similar to the ones she wore now.

“Oh your up?”
He spoke in a childish and questioning tone.
“ I guess that’s good, I don’t understand how you wear this thing though” he stated motioning to the corset.
“It’s so tight and itchy!”
He complained with an open mouth as some of the grease from his food dripped on to the corset to leave a large stain.

She knew she should’ve been angry, but the sight before her was strange...she busted out into an uproar of giggles. Her face slowly turning red as her wyes watered. It felt good to know she could still laugh after what happened. As of sensing her new found gratitude he smiled widely, exposing his mouth full of food. Which only caused her to laugh even more when some of it dropped out of his mouth and in to his lap.

“Maaate”
He complained like a Whiny child.

To which she retorted
“I told you to stop calling me that!”

Edward Teach nodded affirmatively at Alex

"Aye aye capt'n Alex... there were survivors indeed, a ship loaded with them, mostly all women except for a couple of men. They were setting sail towards warmer waters... perhaps towards the imperial city" mused Blackbeard trying to figure which course would that ship take and where to, based off his own sailing experiences.

"At their speed they should reach the empress in all but a few days at most" confirmed captain Teach looking at her.

"Whatever was left behind on land... is all but blackened ashes though..." sighed Blackbeard looking grimly at the destruction.

His eyes grim and dark, his gaze set on the now destroyed shores, absorbed his mind and attention enough to barely take notice of the girl and the chef's return.

"Oi lad... go make something eat, preferably not charred this time..." muttered Blackbeard returning his attention at the captives and the young king.

"Listen up and well, scalawags, you are all that is left of the royal army or at least the most of part of what is left, I suggest you row hard and well, you do as told, so there are no further casualties among his majesty's armed forces" advised Edward Teach going briefly to his quarters to change his coat for a black one.

Alex grunted at the mention of the ship "One bloody ship." She nodded at Teach's estimation "Probably right. With a crew like that it be their best bet." She humpef at his next comment and watch as his eyes grew dark and stormy while looking out at the sea then snapped at the prisoners. She kept her eyes on him as she made his ways below decks then turned them upon the prisoners then up at the sails.
The sails were slack and she could feel a slight hot air coming from the shore with a foul stench. He brows drew down as she wrinkled her face as the stench grew with the hot wind. From below decks that blasted girl step on deck. Of all things she had a smile upon her face!
"Whats gotten ya in such a bloody good mood?" Alex snaps and looks her over seeing the state of her skin and hair. "That bolt fry yer mind as well?" She glances away as Teach comes up in a sobering all black long coat. "Thar be the proper way to be. Sober, grim, and foreboding." She indicates with her head at Teach, she wasn't in black but in a dark blood red jacket with no piping on it along with dark breaches and he calf height boots turned down.

Teach smiled at the young woman.

"Now that is proper of Tony's bloodline, happy, even in the face of certain death" mused Edward Teach seeing some similarities there

"We must focus on chasing that ship of survivors... even if it takes us straight to the witch..." mused Blackbeard rubbing his chin thoughtfully

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Calico held out his hands accepting the piece of blue gem.

"Why... would you give me this... now of all times?" asked Calico concerned

“My boy calico, it’s like you forget what every peice of Gem does these days.”
Antony spoke with a laugh
“Blue Gem is the gem of the soul.
It takes your memories of those who have past, and puts them into its center to store so that one might see them again. It has other uses as well. Ones that will be discovered tonight.
We will be holding a memorial for the dead on the deck of the ship. Then you’ll see just what I mean.”

Alex snorted at Teaches comment about the girl.

"Aye, least we can see where they are headin'. Though why do ya be thinkin' they would be headin' towards the sea witch who caused all this? We saw all her black dressed men get crispy fired by out happy go lucky..." she paused so she didnt say sea wench "..mistress here." She waved her hand at he girl who was staring out at sea, seemingly oblivious to their conversation. "I wont think that there be any of her men on board that vessel, least of all directin' her towards anythin' good." She could see no reason to follow the ship, and she could see many reasons to sail in other directions. There are many other ports... her thoughts were distracted by commotion from the prisoners.

"Oi! What are yer hollerin' about?" she snarls at the prisoners.

"I know I know... but the gem is not glowing... this mean Morgan is not dead and, not only is not dead, but I bet my commodore rights over the fleets THAT vessel has taken him captive" muttered Calico returning the gem

"Best give it to your niece, she has certainly lost loved ones... my heart... is set on the man who raised me and stands here before me, on the young king who is onboard already, on my mentor Morgan who is captive over there on that ship and a certain... woman... who is on deck barking orders" mused Calico smiling wide

"I always had difficulty trusting anyone... as you can see... all those who have any meaning to me, I can count them with a hand..." trailed off Calico.

"We should still mourn the dead though, many have lost their lives needlessly on these events and respect for the dead is always warranted" muttered Calico patting Tony's shoulder and making his way on deck to see what the fuss was about, undoubtedly, the young royal having something to do with it.

Morgan struggled and strained against the captors, that was of course, until the black clad rogues pulled out a dagger.

His chained hands, the fact he was disarmed, the fact he was outnumbered, and that many women could end up paying the price quickly convinced the former pirate now turned royal governor to behave and comply to all demands, in a far more subdued manner.

There was no way he could take charge of his vessel without disarming or even killing its captain and that, that would be no easy quick feat, first he had to get to know the crew, who was who, who was in charge and their weaknesses and flaws. So far, unlikely flaws, given how well they had executed the plan so far and destroyed quite literally the entire island