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Kugar
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'The List'

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Alone with his thoughts, Gray stood idly aboard the upper deck of the 'Black Sheep' (an old worn down battalion ship he had managed to acquire, by chance, from an old 'retiring' pirate (at least, that is the tale he would repeat, if asked). Gazing toward the open sea, somewhere off the isle, he remarked with a whisper of the beautiful image that the ocean granted, gleaming a dark blue turquoise at parts, with the sun steadily losing it's image as it began to sink and escape beyond the clear horizon.
As Gray reached for his cuffs for a routine adjustment, his attempts came to fail, as if forgetting for a brief moment that he no longer wore the grey coat that bared the blood red diamond.

"Aha... Mh." he muttered whilst shaking his head. Shrugging then to deflect the triviality of the moment.

It had been some time since he had departed the ever endearing island of Gobaith, in a bid to allow for 'progress' to be made. With the isle under the belief, hopefully, that the man 'Jefferson Gray' was dead, it made his exit all the more worth-while. It was his belief that by planting the seed of fear with attacks across the land and here by exposing it's weak spots, would bring about a paranoia that could be exorcized to achieve a few needed changes. But now an old enemy had shown himself to be rather a hindrance.

"Elijah... Heh."

With a narrow of the eye, he removed his glance from the freedom of the open sea and retrieved a letter, torn in two, from his left pocket. Almost eligible from the water damage, he placed the two torn pieces together. Looking over the parchment solemnly he nods his head once.

"Time to finish the list..."
Blackheart
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Post by Blackheart »

As is common to her, the woman often steps near the harbour and other more discreet landing sites. On some occasions she may board a ship here and there to smell and see former memories of her life. As her feet adjust to earthen terrain and her senses to its ways, her eyes seek that water much less often. Still she know where she was forged and in that direction she casts her hopes.

As she visits one day that seafaring Harbour, amid the dark and fog laden shore, She spies a man leaving a ship which bears the mark of a Pirate she knew well. Her eyes carefully observe him. Her attention is snared. Several times, she manages to join the crew that serve him, carefully concealing who and what she is. Often she hides on deck to watch him, her interest grows.

Low under her breath she whispers "Soon we meet, ye black heart draws me ta ye, only ye name does yet allude me." .......
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