Felicia
**Cyprien de Lysse**
**Hangman's Harbour**

Attacked by a mob, then being brought back to the port, instead of being led before the Pirate King. Because of his complete unfamiliarity with the city, Cyprien didn't suspect what the guards were doing until it was too late to turn back.
The gall of these men. He had been expressly summoned by their ruler, and yet these black-clad thugs had the audacity to politely show him the door of his ship, in a figurative sense.
He abstained from raging at them. Letting them all leave before adressing his men. Losing one's temper is a sign of weakness after all.

"Tell one of the squads from the boat to come with us," He ordered his men. "We're going to attempt meeting the Pirate King once again, and it looks like we may need some muscle: If another throng of dung-burners tries to block our path again, bash them with your shields. But be careful not to injure anyone, we only need to make our way to that castle."

The guards turned their heads to where Cyprien was pointing. Now that the group was in Hangman's Harbour, the distinctive shape Maith Mainsion could be seen standing proudly over the skyline.
It was a building far more majestic than the Hall of Justice, and as long as his intuition didn't fail him again, Cyprien now had little doubt of where he could find Tonate's Pirate King.
Rhonda
Captain Williams
Hangman's Harbor 

The Captain of the small gaggle of black cloaked guards that had come with them turned around. Campbell had been with Bradai Maith since before the fall of Feyshore, and had been one of the largest forced that joined together to create a group of like minded individuals called the Ruby Crosses. He had seen a small time smuggler transform a small estate, a group of trading sloops and a company of hired hands into an empire that stretched from Terresol to Doltun.

When he turned around to face the lord, he cast a great shadow over him. The King had done right by him, had kept every promise he made, and had broken it only once, when they both stood to profit from it. This man, who from what he had been told, was granted stolen land, given to him as a gift, not even taken as conquest, had come to his King's island and had flaunted his wealth. This man stood before his King's people and had called him a Pirate, had shamed and discredited their King with the ridiculous title that the Mainland had placed upon him. And now he stood, prancing about and squawking like a peafowl in his ridiculous attire. Campbell would not have it. 

"When you talk of our King, you will use the proper terms." He took a heavy breath through his mouth and continued. "His Grace, His Excellence, His Majesty. If you call him a Pirate King, you are calling us pirates, and him a pirate. And by this..." Hung by his side was a mace, with a jagged steel head as large as a melon. "I cannot abide." He placed a hand on the pommel of his weapon.

"I'm sure you will find the rooms His Grace has set aside for you to be unparalleled by anything you may find on your mainland." A silence hung between them, before a group of horse drawn carriage began to roll down the street, teal poppy banners flapping at their sides. 

"Now apologize."
Dean
Fleur de Lysse
Hangman's Harbor

Fleur was... Confused, to say the least. The previous incident with the crowd had the small girl a bit afraid, as one of the people nearly spat on her dress- she didn't really know why, it wasn't like she had done anything wrong had she?

Fleur stayed near Calypso, her light silver hair blowing gently from the sea breeze. Fleur was glad they were outside, for she was getting to feel a bit claustrophobic with the amount of people around. 

"Pardon my intrusion-" Fleur spoke, addressing the captain. She knew that it probably wasn't a good idea, and she would benefit more from holding her tongue, but she couldn't help but feel like she needed to speak.

"I quite like the idea of pirates." It was simple, and seemed like all the girl was going to say, as her eyes shifted back to Lady Calypso- hoping her father wouldn't reprimand her for speaking out of turn.
Rhonda
Captain Willaims
Hangman's Harbor

Campbell looked down at the noble girl, who had spoken up in her father's defense. He narrowed his eyes.

"Have you ever met one?"
Dean
Fleur De Lysse
Hangman's Harbor

"No." She said simply, her eyes shifting back to the man as he addressed her.

"I've read many books about them, and they all have a very common theme within them. That they are quite misunderstood, and much of what they do is for families and friends and not for selfish gain. Pirates have been labeled as bad people, but I don't think they are. Everyone has the capability of doing bad things. Some pirates at least own up to them rather than try to hide their intentions. I think they're fascinating." Fleur shrugged. She knew not to say much- she obviously wasn't extremely educated in the subject, but the girl was simply speaking her mind. Of course- the books she read were all about pirate adventures, and never really told her anything about "Bad" Pirates. Children's stories.