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*Tortuga is... not anything like what Alanna was expecting. Not really. Nassau had been fun and rowdy, but Tortuga is positively sinful. It makes the Dancing Dove look as eventful as the women's sewing room at the palace.

And they haven't even left the beach yet.

Drunks fighting, women calling out (quite a few of them seem to know Jack, and this amuses Alanna to no end) and the sound of gunshots and breaking glass. Alanna flinches a few times until she gets used to it. She turns to Jack with a smile and slowly digs her foot into the sand.*

Tortuga is loud. *She grins, blushing faintly.*