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Geography: Isla Olvidada is actually the name of the central island in a ring of smaller islands connected by a network of bridges. No one lives on the forgotten island itself, out of fear that the forgotten pirates who died there to protect their treasure might rise from the grave.

However, the surrounding islands are full of tiny homes tucked out of immediate sight, almost invisible from anywhere but the central island itself. There is a smattering of marketplaces spread between the islands, and at least one tavern per island. The largest and most popular of these taverns is of course The Golden Cutlass.

Rules: Normal rp rules apply. There is no city watch or anything of the kind, it's every pirate for himself. This doesn't mean that crime will go without retribution, it just means that you won't get a fair trial if caught.

Why they sent him instead of a people person, he'll never know, for when he returned, the ship was gone and all that lay behind was a pistol. Why it was dropped, again he may never know. To want to investigate, it would mean he had to care, which he didn't in the least. Leaving the pistol behind, he returned to the town he had asked questions to and started to live there, building his home himself.

Walking around the island towards one of the bridges, he didn't really watch where he was going, more intent the Endless chain he was crafting from deep green rope.

Hearing words, human words, Taka glanced up from the walkway below her to see two men bumping into eachother. She tilted her head, grey eyes shining as she caught the quick movement on the blonde's behalf, searching th epocket's of the other. A smile twitched at the corner of her lip, she wouldn't mention anything she had seen. It wasn't her way.

From a short distance, the tall woman paused to watch the two, to see if anything interesting was going to happen. When she had first heard Kyros speak, she had thought it had been the voices again. The damned things followed her everywhere, but since her arrival at the island they had quieted down a little.

At first, Taka Baine had thought she was going insane, and after reading an obscure Tome she had found on a... treasure excersion, she thought something might have possesed her. It had only been a few weeks since the night she chose to open the cover of The Tome of Secrets and was forced to read it's contents..

Whatever effects it had on her the moment she awoke, the cacophony of voices that assaulted her mind.. They had passed now, and Taka only got the occasional whisper.

The voices were always strange, distant.. and listless. Taka wasn't sure who they were, why they spoke, where they were, and what they wanted. So far none had said anything directly to her, but she had an eery feeling they might start.

The tall, slender woman blinked, then closed her eyes for a moment to recollect her thoughts. She had let her mind wander, and she had lost focus on the two men she was watching. Returning her attention to them, she ignored whatever the book had done to her.

If only she knew.. that the whispers were just the beginning.

Taka Baine watched the pairs exchange with an odd focus, she was trying to keep her mind off of the Book that lay, hidden, in her small home. It seemed to call to her, just as it did before she read it, but this time the summon was stronger. She bit her lower lip hard, hoping the littl jolt of pain would control her wandering mind.

To hear better, Taka reached up a hand to tuck her black hair behind an ear, and blinked when she felt something odd. With the tip of her finger, she ran it over the very top of her ear, there was no longer the smooth curve she was used too, instead a very, very faint beginnings of a point. It wouldn't be noticeable unless someone concentrated hard on the top of her ear, but to her-it was quite obvious.

Tracey followed Kyros's gaze to the woman. She was pretty, and apperently liked her ear. Not dwelling on her at the moment, he turned back to the guy he was talking to. Answering his question, he responds,"I do when I can, making knots is fun and all, passes time on this no action islands; however, there isn't much I can do with them after a while. If someone else may like them, then I see no reason not to share." For a pirate, Tracey had an odd verson of greed. He loves to take, but gives willingly.

Sydney jumps from the ferry, and lands squarely on her bare feet, instantly feeling a sliver lodge itself in her callosed feet. Flinching she straightens her vest and ruffles her hair, the butterflies fluttering in her core as she looked around this new isle that she would be staying on for the time being. She started to stroll into town, back hunched slightly, setting herself in her usual saunter, hoping her illusion holds.

As she's surveying the town, noticing a bar girl winking at her, she smiles slightly, and winks back, something else catches her eyes. A absurdly tall woman, who seemed to be strained about something, arms tensely at her sides. Instantly Sydney became jealous of the gorgeous woman walking towards her, and wished she was that tall.

Noticing as well the males down the road, and believing that at least one of them seemed like a ruffien she stepped forward towards the beauty. She cleared her throat and spoke softly, trying to keep her voice deem.

"Excuse me, mi'lady, but I was just wondering if you were alright. You seem agitated about something, and I was wondering If I could help?"

Sydney looks up with a smile and then back down, uncomfortable with the lack of slouch needed to look up into the womans eyes.

Sydney, in hearing the questions froze for a second, half wanting to just say Sydney, but that name was tarnished for her, as she might have heard of the red haired girl who looked like a boy, remembering her brainstorming earlier she extended her hand, slowly.

"Sid," she said kissing Miss Baine's hand to her lips with a bow. "I heard this was the ideal Isle for signing onto a pirate ship, Miss Baine."

Noting the preoccupation of the young lady, she bowed again and made to leave, blushing slightly ashamed of her callosed hands, Miss Baine's softer feminine hands reminding her of what she was not, and would possibly never get to be.

Sid smiles and tries to get rid of the blush looking up. "Far better than my home port, plus I had to get away."

She bites her lip momentarily, angry at herself for letting that slip. She wonders about the preoccupied young lady, but nods her head with a smile at the request.

"I suppose you could show me around." She smiles, a slightly quirky smile. "That is if you yourself are from around here?"

Her back is starting to hurt from the attempts to slouch her back and yet look up at the woman, but to look elsewhere would be rude, and to look as high as she could without putting herself in that predicament would be ruder still. She looks back at the two men, curious as to what part they had to play in the schemes of her day as she waits for the young woman to lead the way.