The ship bucked and rolled in the waves, the cannon balls and rum barrels...from the ship above churning up the waves. Yet, the captain did not stop there. Even if they had her doctor, she would not run like a coward. If she would have to kill every single of one of them and her own ship, just to prove a point...she would.<br/><br/>â€œFire! I want them in the water! I want them nothing more than kindling!â€<br/><br/>The orders were shouted to her crew as she herself manned and cannon and fired on the ship. The balls falling short, as the ship rose away, but then luck was on her side and the ship began to fall from the sky.<br/><br/>â€œNow we have them!â€<br/><br/>A cry of victory went out among her crew as they fired relentlessly, ignoring the damage to their own ship, though the Queen could have sworn that she was splattered by rum when a barrel exploded on the deck beside her. So close, just a few more feet and she would have that bastard right where she wanted him. Have him and his whole lot at her mercy, to watch his curse wreak havoc on his body, while she and her crew took their time with his own.<br/><br/>Yes. That cocky bastard would be at her mercy. Too bad for him that she had none.<br/><br/>Just as she could taste victory the ship stopped falling and began to speed away, well as fast as it could in its current state.<br/><br/>â€œNo..no...no....NO! After them! I want their blood!â€ she bellowed and her crew jumped into action. Half continued with the attack while the rest got the Pervy moving as fast as it could after their prey.<br/><br/>All the while she continued to fire at the ship, continued to shout orders, continued to call for their blood. Until her first mate shouted about the shore and the sandbar.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That crafty bastard</span><br/><br/><br/>â€œFull stop! We have to go around! Get the trackers out! Start repairs! Tend to the wounded as best you can! And someone get me more rum!â€ her final orders were given before she snapped at two of her best and went down to the hold to check on their â€œguestsâ€.<br/><br/><br/>There she found her trusted Witch doctor, a friend perhaps would also be what she called the other woman, though she knew that it would be foolish to completely trust a witch doctor.<br/><br/>â€œI see you have found something that amuses youâ€ she snickered as she signaled for the door to be opened so that they could enter and observe more closely.<br/><br/>For a moment she just stared at the girl in the filthy water, not a hint of any emotion shone in her eyes as she just  stared at the girl. â€œI think she could be good food for your sharks, though she is a scrawny thing. They would probably only get maybe a bite or two,â€ she remarked with a look to her Witch Doctor. â€œI don't think she looks bright enough to have been of importance on the Rotsman. I mean...she looks a bit...dimwitted...daft...and who knows how much damage that fall did?â€ she made a sound as she sucked air through her teeth. Then leaned over and whispered a moment in her the ear of the Witch Doctor. Whatever comments of protests the girl might have made during this, moment ignored completely, at least for now.<br/><br/>â€œHave fun,â€ is all she said, her eyes and voice holding the first bit of warmth since the moment she entered.<br/><br/>That done she left to go and look in on the other prisoner, the man who had all the knives, who apparently enjoyed singing as well. This door was opened as well and this time she stepped in alone, the door locked behind her as she regarded the man.<br/><br/>â€œSo, tell meâ€ she began casually. â€œWhy should I not kill you?â€