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[devyn-cambell]

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New rules were settling in the island and she saw more royals with their phones in their hands. They were only able to text those who where on the island and listen to Spotify and to a degree, Devyn couldn’t fault them for wanting to escape their realities in some music - or laugh with the person they were messaging. Perhaps it was because she was able to use her own phone whenever she had wanted with more to do that she was bored with her phone - or she really just preferred living in reality, breathing in the fresh air. Walking towards the coves, her guard being on alert after what happened only a few days or so ago. There was something the reflected in her gaze - her curiosity struck and walked over to it.  Brushing the sand away from the object, it was a box.... Such a damn cliche a pirate uncovering treasure. However there was a lock. Thus when she picked it up and pulled against the lock. looking over at Dex she sighed. 

“How lucky would we have to be for there to be a key around here, huh boy?” 

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[williams-hunter]

One moment Hunter was boarding a ship to go to his betrothal’s country to propose and the next thing he knew, the ship was being ambushed - the bodyguards that have kept him and his family safe for years...generations even, were being overthrown and even with the prince fighting for his own, it resulted in getting hit just in the right place to make him tumble over. Now, he was boarding another ship, but unlike the last, the destination is unknown to the Crowned Prince. 

It felt like days - hell even weeks since he’s been on the boat, even though, he doesn’t really know how true that feeling really is, he was still grateful enough that he was finally able to get off the boat. Even with his side screaming at him that something is still wrong - he still needed to find something to help him see how bad his torso is. It isn’t a cracked rib, he knew that for sure - he was still able to breathe without having shooting pains but it could possibly be fractured? Horribly bruised? Either way - he needed to get some ice...or whatever he could possibly muster.  Seeing someone in the distance - he instantly felt tired knowing he would have to push the pain back to reach that person. “Excuse me?” He spoke up, his Australian accent never felt more pronounced than at this moment. “Happen to know where I might be able to find an ice pack? Maybe just some ice?” 

[ada-ferdinand]

How does that saying go? I don’t think I’m in Kansas anymore? Well, if Adalicia was certain of anything when she was more or less thrown over someone’s shoulder and brought onto a ship - she wasn’t going to be in the Netherlands anymore. Not even close - if she was grateful for one thing..it was at least they didn’t kill her. At least in her mind...not yet. 

It seemed like it took centuries to finally be able to kiss the ground...or more like sand. Adalicia doesn’t normally get seasick but when you are anxious and worried about where you’re being towed away too - the waves help put the sickness in motion. However, that feeling lifted when her feet were on solid ground. The only thing now was...navigate her way through a forest her superstitious mind is telling her not to go near to see if she can find out where she was and perhaps...a way off? 

Her teeth were biting at her lip and her fingernails kept digging in and out of her palms. Truly she didn’t want to go, but she knew she had to. One foot at a time she walked slowly till she heard a twig snapped behind her and jumped. 

“Hello?” 

[devyn-cambell]

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Location: The Pirate Longue Date: Saturday, 3/21/2020 Time: Late

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After getting herself, and her captive settled in her villa in Villa East. She hasn’t seen any of her shipmates on the island as of yet then again she’s only been here for an hour or so. After taking a much-needed shower, she changed into a t-shirt and jeans, pulling her black converse on and securing her weapon belt, with her gun on her hip, around her waist. Devyn just felt better with her gun...and knife that is secured around her thigh -- close by. You just don’t know what was gonna happen and with the things she’s seen, both being a pirate and before piracy... Like she said, she felt better with her weapons close.

Approaching the bar, she sat down on the stool and ordered a whiskey. Though as she took a sip of her drink, she could also feel someone’s eyes burning into her thus she lightly placed her hand on her gun before she scanned to see who was staring at her. Maybe...she was just being paranoid? 

[williams-hunter]

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Getting captured was a scary experience - he wouldn’t lie about that but the night where he was trapped and the waves taunted his and Nikita Orlov’s lives for what seemed like days. That, that was the scariest experience he’s ever had. He got checked out at the infirmary after a few or so hours and he headed straight to the room he had at the Tulach House.  Three...four days later, he was given a phone to listen to music and text Tulach Island’s residents and that was really it. Though he really didn’t care - he just felt more human being able to listen to music as he worked out and able to text a few of his friends. Not to mention, he was now moving in with Katla - a decision he didn’t think he’d make so quickly but he was glad that he did, considering her villa is bigger than the small room he had. He felt like he was able to breathe.  Settling into the newer adjustments to the island, he still felt off and he knew part of it was only because of what happened at the coves. Even though it was traumatic, he refused to allow it to beat him down. So, he left the villa and went on a search for the girl that saved him and Nikita. 

When he saw someone by themselves, he approached them. “Excuse me, I’m trying to look for someone...I was wondering if you have seen them around?” He stated as he tapped their shoulder. He describing what she looked like - feeling ashamed that he didn’t know the girl’s name...

[ada-ferdinand]

After day two - Ada’s days on the island truly blended together. Instead of filling her days with going into town and watching her people, or even getting into trouble with her friends - she now spends most of her days at the library when she really wasn’t feeling so social. Granted she’d prefer friends over enemies but at the same moment, all she wanted was to be left alone so she could invest in a good book and the story outplaying in her head. Thus when the sun was barely peeking above the ocean’s horizon, she threw on clean pants, tucked her tank top into the hem of her pants and left to the library as she threw her hair into a high messy ponytail. 

Suppose she spends too much time in the library but if it was possible to take the books out of the building - she’d be spending more time at the beach. Thus it was not permitted, therefore she grabbed one of the books that grabbed her attention and settled into one of the cozy chairs in the far corner - tucking her leg under her as the other rose to her chest, using her knee to lean her forearm on. 

It didn’t take long for the story to overtake the Princess’ reality and into the novel’s world - at least until she watched a shadow cover over the pages of the book and felt eyes on her. Marking her place with her finger she looked up at the person who pulled her out of the alternate universe playing through her head. “Hi...”