That event had left one of the sourest moods of all times, enough to put a huge mouthful of the sourest kind of Warheads to shame. The Witch Doctor was determined to find those two and bring their heads to the Queen on a silver plate no matter what it took. Since their arrival at the Port â€˜o Snakes, all she has thought about were ways to make examples of those two. Various images too gruesome for the faint of heart ran through her mind the more she thought about them. Her hopes of finding them were lifted a little when the shark they had run off with had come back to the ship. It must have recognized her, or the magic fishâ€™s effects had worn off already. She really didnâ€™t care because she immediately ordered the other sharks to devour it for obeying someone other than her despite being given a magic fish.<br/><br/>A satisfactory smile appeared on her face, watching the water become stained with scarlet. She would need to tweak her sharks a bit more but that could wait.<br/><br/>When she turned away from the edge of the deck the Witch Doctor was met with a bullet landing mere inches from her foot followed by the sound of laughter. This did not help her mood; she was going to kill whoever shot at her. Her brow furrowed a bit. She snapped her head towards the direction of those laughing, thinking it had something to do with her, briefly noticing the man who seemed to be fast asleep and deciding that she would deal with him later, she ready to rip some heads off if that was the case. Perhaps she could take her anger out on their prisoner, the crew since they were slowly getting on her nerves. But the Witch Doctor had not been the target of the crewâ€™s laughter. As it turns out the one and only Galleon the Ship-wrecker was displaying his bad luck again.<br/><br/>â€œYou bumbling fool!â€ The Witch Doctor snarled as she walked over to him, giving him a swift kick in the ribs. â€œWatch where youâ€™re going. The last thing we need is you destroying the ship.â€ She kicked him again. The sight of him would have been amusing had she been in a better mood, nevertheless she had decided to direct her anger towards him. He was the Pervy Freedomâ€™s punching bag for a reason after all. His namesake really spoke for itself. All he seemed to be capable of doing was cause a commotion, he had the worst bad luck out of everyone, and he was also the Pervy Freedomâ€™s punching bag and for good reason. Sometimes he was more trouble than he was worth considering damn near everything that goes wrong was his fault; no doubt he was behind Aris and Jacoda getting away. Just being around him was bad luck.<br/><br/>She was not someone who was worried about curses, but the last thing she needed was for that bad luck to rub off onto her.