RolePlay Sins in St. Martin.

[Meliva]

Zephyra stops for a moment and sighs before speaking.

Oh. Her. Yeah bit of a black sheep in the family, and me and her rather dislike each other especially. I'll help you sure, just know though that, I can't beat Veera in a fair fight 1v1. I also won't kill her. Blood is Blood after all. Also can just call me Zeph. Let's go meet our other friends and allies.

She moves into the bar nearby, looking more like a large pile of clothes and rags sliding along rather then a person walking.

[Leo]

Fair enough, Zeph. If the going get's rough, I know 2 of the most powerful witches in Avonmora, or so they claim. They don't like her either, so I bet they would be happy to help us defeat Veera if the need arises. Oh boy it's already quarter past, quarter past...

Black looks at his wrist to find nothing there.

That's odd. I don't know why I expected my wrist to tell me the time. Silly me. Anyway, we should get going to find what is mine.

[Henry Avery]

He stood, walking to the window. There, he saw Black, and Zephyrs at the dock. Finally. He's arrived.

[Jack Teach]

The man moves to other bar

[Henry Avery]

The steel behemoth watched the rag-heap, a slight smile appearing. Hello there.

[Jack Teach]

The man nods. He takes out a clay pipe from his coat pocket, lights it, and begins to smoke it.

[Henry Avery]

Not you, Jack. The rag heap, that just walked in.

[Jack Teach]

Jack looks puzzled

How'd you know my name?

[Henry Avery]

He jabbed his thumb at a wanted poster in the corner, bearing Jack's face.

[Jack Teach]

Jack chuckles nervously, pulling out a letter with a royal seal.

I'm a privateer. Don't have the faintest idea why that's there.

He downs his rum.