Pain. To the extent of nearly fainting. Oh sure, Aris had felt pain before, she would get scuffs and bruises as a kid, but nothing even remotely compared to this. The torturous woman dug her long nails into the girl's flesh again, making her cry out even louder. She was gasping, she felt herself go beneath the waves of unconciousness, and be thrust back into the room only to be forced back under. Again and again. She might have prefered the fire sharks, though she wasn't entirely sure what they would do to her that was much different from regular sharks.<br/><br/>The witch doctor went back to her shelves, looking around again. The stowaway's insides felt like jelly, she was certain if the witch prodded her with her nails again, her guts would pour out like blood. She licked her dry lips; they tasted like bile. She simply breathed curses as she watched the witch doctor bring another of her little surprises over to toy with the girl. An eye. That was it?? Sure, it was the most deformed eye Aris had ever seen, but that wouldn't do much. She glared up at the woman, as if she were a simpleton, when she said her little pun. She glanced over at the eyeball beside her head, wondering if it would sprout wings or something insane like that.<br/><br/>An instant later, she heard a voice. Looking past the witch doctor, Aris could see a male pirate leaning against the door frame, looking rather amused at the entire scene. "I'm no dove, not to you, or anyone else on this damnable ship! The name's Aris." she barked irritatedly, though she felt dizzy even lifting her head slightly to look at him.