It was not known how the Silent Witch Doctor came to be a member of the Pervy Freedomâ€™s crew and even less was known about her past. It was like one moment she was just some nobody and the next minute she was a part of the crew as if it all had all happened over night. She was a not only a woman of few words, rarely associating with the other members of the crew, but she was skilled in the arts of voodoo magic and had a strange collection of things that would turn oneâ€™s stomach. In her quarters below deck, more specifically an area pretty close to the hold, she was kept there because she made the crew nervous whenever she did her work, were various different things used to practice the art of voodoo. Skulls, teeth, potion vials, even strange books lined the shelves. The faint odor of blood was almost always present.<br/><br/>The reason being was the bloodied table in the center of her room, seemingly never had been cleaned off before. If the dim lighting and dampness from the hold was not enough there was also a small room which housed a bed and wardrobe which contained the type of clothes that would be expected of a witch doctor to wear; in fact her very appearance minus the giant wart on the nose and bad teeth gave it away she was a witch doctor. The Witch Doctor herself would usually be found sleeping here unless she was summoned for something. Which was not the case today because how could anyone get any sleep with all the commotion going on above deck?<br/><br/>The Silent Witch Doctor, always keeping to her namesake, being the anti-social that she was, was quietly working on some things in her quarters when the poo ultimately hit the fan. There was no doubt in her mind that it was that mad man Rotter and his crew that made the attack and what displeased her was that the vial she had been working with had fallen from her hands and shattered because of the impact. It wasnâ€™t the fact that the attack had happened, which had not surprised her in the end because of theâ€¦ unusual gifts he had sent the Queen earlier, honestly they had brought a smirk to her face when she heard he sent his man parts, no, that was not it at all. It was the fact that she had been working so hard on a new potion only to have weeks of work be destroyed before her eyes.<br/><br/>Her face was bright red as she scowled at the mess on the table, through gritted teeth she snarled in frustration. Whenever the Witch Doctor spoke or made any sort of noise it was always a pretty serious thing.<br/><br/>If that wasnâ€™t enough of an annoyance for her already another sound soon caught her attention. Daring to peer out of her quarters, she noticed that there were some prisoners, most likely people from Rotterâ€™s crew, being thrown in cells. There was a strange man and a girl that screamed far too much while she was being thrown in her cell, even proceeded to ram the door as the men walked away, at which she had frowned and shook her head. Immediately, in spite of the frown, she had taking a liking to the girl, noticing that there was something about her. That girl might very well make a decent snack for her babies, she thought to herself with a sly grin, referring to the shark she had created the other night made almost entirely of fire. The only thing more intimidating than her anger was her grin, especially when she took interest in something.<br/><br/>No sooner had the men walked away the Silent Witch Doctor walked over and examined the people thrown in the cells. Or rather she went to examine the girl, having completely ignored the man by walking past him. â€œI have some company it seems!â€ She chuckled eerily, â€œI wonder what the Queen will do to youâ€¦â€ she sang. Slowly she slid the little window-slot open and allowed her seemingly dark eyes to peer in, tilting her head to the side a bit, grinning wide. There was definitely something interesting about the girl and she wanted her.<br/><br/>Something told her the girl would make a fine apprentice, if the Queen would allow it.