She may as well have been staring down the barrel of a gun, looking at those massive, flame-engulfed sharks swim around below her. Aris stood there, staring wide-eyed at the Witch Doctor's 'little babies', and quickly began to question her chances of survival. The Witch Doctor was insane enough, plus Aris may have said some things she would regret later on. Yes, she had heard the sharks mentioned multiple times, but either she was in too much pain, or too irritated with her situation to remember that tiny tidbit of information that included the fact that they were<span style="text-decoration: underline">MADE OF FIRE!</span><br/><br/>She tried to swallow the lump in her throat to no avail as the Witch held a shiny fish over the edge of the ship, allowing one of the giant sharks to snap it up in its jaws. She could feel the heat emanating off it as it jumped into the air, looking into its massive, black eye. All she could see in its reflection was herself, and death. Gone in an instant was her bold attitude, she had no use for it here. It was obvious, she wasn't going to be able to escape by swimming, that was for certain.<br/><br/>As if the sharks could sense her trying to find escape routes, they sped farther along the ship. Aris leaned further over the railing to see what they were doing. A small sail boat was floating beside the Pervy Freedom, but it didn't last long. Pieces of splintered, burnt wood were soon spread around in the water, shredded sails and other objects Aris could not identify soon followed them into the belly of the beasts. Aris blinked rather worriedly, when she suddenly felt a light shove on the shoulder.<br/><br/>Her heart almost stopped as she felt her bare feet leave the deck. Her grip on the railing tightened, she was not going into the drink now of all times! She regained her footing, letting out a relieved sigh, then whirling around to see who tried to push her overboard. A few crewmembers were laughing, seeing her flustered face, while the one guy who pushed her got in her face, grinning, "Feeding time again, ey Witchy? This one looks a mite scrawny for even one of them beasts." he chuckled, still staring at her. A growl escaped Aris' lips, but they weren't from the man's remarks. No, they were from seeing her own weapons on his hips. She grit her teeth, keeping herself from running up and skewering him. That would get her nowhere. No, she would have to wait to get her scimitars back, if she even lasted long enough to do so.