The Witch Doctorâ€™s attention was taken away from Galleon the Ship-Wrecker the moment she heard something hiss. As much as she wanted to stand there and keep taking her anger out on him it seems like she had other things to attend to. Whatever that had been, the sharks were starting to react to it. Whenever the sharks were bothered by something things got a little chaotic until she was able to calm them down.<br/><br/>If there was one more thing that should be noted about the fire sharks is that they were wonderful sentries. They had made a lot of commotion when that sea cow, the Uraken, had rammed the ship and tried to tip it over. Despite the Uraken being with the crew for awhile now the sharks were still uneasy about him. In a way the Witch Doctor shared a connection with them; she created them not only using voodoo magic but part of her life-force to animate them. It was because of her energy that they were able to It was a double-edged sword in a lot of ways, definitely, so she was working hard to find a way to improve them.  Stop her magic in any way and the sharks cease to exist; there was one other way to do it besides killing her. What would that method be? Wellâ€¦<br/><br/>That would be for another time.<br/><br/>She gave Galleon one last kick and began to move towards the edge of the deck to check it out. Her first thought was that it was an enemy spy, looking to board ship while the Queen was occupied with Rotter. As the Queenâ€™s right hand it was her job to ensure the safety of this ship, at least for the time being.  Some might beg to differ, thinking she was not the one for the job. Her tolerance for incompetence was nonexistent, as she had displayed she was exceptionally ruthless. No sooner had she moved from her spot, she was confronted by the other prisoner who had been brought in with that Aris. It was odd considering she was so use to the others staying away from her. To keep her blood from boiling any more than it was already, she straightened herself a little while he spoke to her.<br/><br/>â€œOh really?â€ The Witch Doctor chuckled softly, folding her arms over her chest. â€œThe Queen needs our help you say?â€ She tried not to sound too concerned, but the reality of it was she had some unvoiced doubts. The Queen had willingly left her ship, on such short notice, just to settle her little score. There was no elaborate plan involved. As much as she admired the Queen and loved to think that Queen Efer and the Pervy Freedom were invincible, the reality was neither were. Now, the Witch Doctor would never admit it openly but the Queen was the only person in this world that she actually cared about. In her own way, she could call her a friend. Ever since she had taken her under her wing that fateful day she followed her with absolute loyalty. The Queen trusted her so she was not going to let her downâ€¦ again.<br/><br/>What did this man have up his sleeve? â€œDo elaborate,â€ her voice held mild intrigue, deciding to give him a chance to explain himself; or perhaps she was testing him. It wasnâ€™t really like she had anything better to do anyway. She had not inquired why the Queen kept had kept this prisoner around. But if the Queen found him worthy enough for her to spare his life then he might be useful. Mightâ€¦