The Witch Doctor glowered. How dare he point a knife at her!<br/><br/>She didn’t have time to get angry about it, or even think about it as much as she would have liked, though. He was gone just like that, and it seems the Queen had returned to the ship in once piece after all. She was barking orders, preparing for battle. The Witch Doctor could really feel that something was in the air now, getting the sense that the storm that was growing was going to be a bigger one than anyone imagined, and she felt an excitement beginning boil inside of her. She loved when the Queen was ready for battle. Wasting no time, she flew into action like the rest of the crew by walking barking out a few orders to some crew members who needed to be told twice. Then she made her way to the edge of the deck, briefly catching something odd out the corner of her eye, looking out to the storm.<br/><br/>There was no telling how much time they had left before the storm would hit them dead on. It wasn’t her job to keep track of that sort of stuff. For now, she would sit tight and brace herself for whatever was to come.