With her hands behind her back the Witch Doctor bounced on her heels a little while she watched Aris button up her blouse. Now that she had an apprentice so much was running through her mind at the moment. Should she teach her the basics or go straight to into the harder stuff to see how she would do? The talents of witch doctors were odd and mastered by few. Would this girl even be able to do anything hard? Like she had said earlier she was going to need to make sure her babied approve of the idea as well, and they happened to be very picky when it came to people they liked. Once that was over with she could focus on other things. So, without saying a word, she suddenly grabbed Arisâ€™s arm like she had when dragging her out of her cell and pulled her along.<br/><br/>Before she left the room, she made sure to grab a magic fish just in case things were to go a little pear shaped. Once on deck the Witch Doctor grinned widely and took in a deep breath. After being down below in a room that had an unpleasant odor to it, though she was quite use to it by now, it was nice to get some fresh air. â€œYou smell that, sweetie? I think today might be a good day after all.â€ It might have been faint but she could pick up the smell of battle still lingering in the air. War and the smell of the ocean. What more could a pirate need in his or her life?<br/><br/>Slowly walking to the edge of the deck, she looked into the water, â€œCome, sweetie, they will be here soon.â€ By the tone of her voice it was pretty needless to say that she was very excited to finally show off her sharks. As of right now there were three of them, no names, and once she gathered everything she needed for it again the Witch Doctor was going to make a fourth. For years they have been a work in progress and since her mastery of creating living fire they have proved to be wonderful sentries for the ship from time to time. If something were to happen, say, if Aris mysteriously fell into the water or decided to make a run for it she probably wouldnâ€™t get very far if she tried to swim away.  With a chuckle, she took in a deep breath, leaned over the railing slightly, and whistled.<br/><br/>Seconds later what looked to be fireballs had surfaced and began circling the ship. The pride and joy of the Witch Doctorâ€™s experiments, sentries of the Pervy Freedom in all of their glory. There werenâ€™t many things in this far from normal world that could out speed them, at least when it came to aquatic life. How fast are fire sharks, one might ask? Unfortunately she had no idea. If someone was to ask her just how fast they were she would probably shrug or make something up. Honestly they were still very much a work in progress. There were things about them even she was not aware of; every day was proving to be a learning experience. Often enjoyable and sometimes not so much, each interaction with the sharks was different. Yes, thatâ€™s right, Aris was not only her apprentice but her little guinea pig as well.<br/><br/>She had left that out of the job description knowing the girl might refuse.<br/><br/>The Witch Doctor held out the magic fish over the edge of the ship and grinned as one of the sharks leaped out of the water. It took the fish in its jaws, and then returned to the water majestically. The other two sharks seemed a little jealous. As they say, the early bird gets the worm â€“-there were plenty more opportunities for them to have a tasty snack as desired as a magic fish.<br/><br/>â€œAnd there you have them,â€ she cooed as she glanced her three children over, admiring them. She frowned when she noticed one of them had been injured, most likely during the fight. How exactly does one damage fire in the form of a shark, which does not get put out by water, for lack of better wording? Hell if she knows, but she could tell one was hurt and it pissed her off. She just brushed it aside â€œArenâ€™t they magnificent, sweetie? Iâ€™m sure you would love to go see them up close, hmm?â€ For a moment she eyes Aris with that same strange sparkle shone in her eyes just as it had when she was torturing her moments ago. â€œI bet I know just how we can accomplish that, too,â€ A chuckle touched her lips briefly and she grinned deviously.  The grin widened, the more thoughts were slowly being cooked up.<br/><br/>If it widened any more, it might tear the corners of her mouth and then she really would look a lot creepier than she did now.