The cries of pain that had echoed within the walls of the small room brought a delightful ring to her ears. In response she had dug her fingers into the girl more to amplify the pain. This was an orchestra and her prisoner was providing the music! Ah, she could almost feel the urge sing along to it burning inside of her but then again nobody ever wants to hear her horrible and out of tune singing. If one could even call it singing. The other members of the crew might argue that she sounded like some kind of dying creature whenever she even made the slightest attempt. The prisoner was spared from that today, for she was just continuing to hum a simple tune to herself. No grin was present this time but that sparkle in her eye had come back while she watched the girl squirm from her touch.<br/><br/>When the girl began to speak the humming was silenced. She watched her intently, taking in every word that was said.<br/><br/>â€œA stowaway on a boat that belonged to the man who had destroyed your hometown, you say?â€ The Witch Doctor mused with a look of bemusement on her face and a small smile tugging at her lips. She might have chuckled a little as well, though it had been hard to tell since she had hidden it so well. Why had this girl decided to sneak onboard a flying ship was beyond her. Perhaps she had wanted to try to get revenge or maybe she just didnâ€™t have anywhere else to go once she was homeless. Either way the Queen might have been right about the girl being useless. Now she was beginning to wonder if it was worth seeing what she could put the little brat through, questioning whether or not she would be able to stand up to what fun things she had in mind for her.<br/><br/>Clicking her tongue she turned away from the girl for but a moment and walked over towards her shelves again. A jar filled with eyeballs had been what captured her interest this time. Unscrewing the lid, she pulled out what looked to be the ugliest out of every single eye in there and turned back to the table. She held the eye up to the girlâ€™s face and smiled in a sadistic manner, â€œI think I will need to keep my eye on you. If you had managed to stowaway on a flying ship, who knows what else you might be capable of pulling off.â€ Her voice cooed out again as she placed the eyeball near the girlâ€™s face on the table, its lifeless gaze appearing to stare in the girlsâ€™ soul. â€œNow tell me, sweetie, what all did you hear about the Pearl of Atlantis?â€ The eye kept staring as if wondering the same.<br/><br/>Was the eye trying to look into her thoughts to see what else she might know about the Pearl? Was that why she had brought it over to the table? That seemed to be right. If this girl knew about the whereabouts of the Pearl of Atlantis then Queen Efer would most certainly be pleased, should the Witch Doctor be able to get that information out of the little brat.<br/><br/>â€œWould you happen to have a name, sweetie?â€ The Witch Doctor asked softly.