Aris let out a gasp as she felt herself slammed back into the present, and back into the current situation. She felt feverish, but that might just have been from the pain in her torso, which had amplified since she was out. Sweat dotted her brow, and she glared at the witch doctor as she grinned down at her plaything.<br/><br/>â€œI think itâ€™s time you confide in me, and apologize for being rude to the Queen.â€ Her hands pressed against her rib cage, making Aris scream in pain. Her hands clawed at the table, struggling to get free of this mad woman. The pain was unbearable, not to mention she could do nothing about it. She couldn't fight back, could make it stop, couldn't make the pain go away. Unless...<br/><br/>"What do you possibly think I would know??" she managed to gasp angrily, though she felt herself blacking out slightly. Her vision blurred, and she shook her head to try and make it go back to normal before she continued. "I was a stowaway aboard the Rotsman, little more to Rotter than dust underfoot. I've been hiding out there ever since they destroyed my hometown. They weren't happy when they found me, so they threw me overboard." Aris didn't expect any sympathy from the witch doctor, she just told her sob story as to give a reason she might want to help get revenge against Captain Rotter.<br/><br/>"I've heard plenty while beneath deck. Something about a Pearl. The Captain said he was going to go and have a chat with a man named Tom Leumas." Her breathing was heavy, her legs were feeling like weights. "Not sure where that man is, but if you can find Rotter, you can find where this 'Pearl of Atlantis' is." Her heart was slowing down, her lungs on fire.<span style="font-style: italic">Is this what death feels like?</span>