Perhaps she should have prepared herself a little better.<br/><br/>The geyser that shot out of the sea seemed to impact everyone harder than they had anticipated. She thought for sure that the force of it would sweep the Pervy Freedom right out of the sea. Hell, it had enough force to raise a ship, thankfully not the Pervy Freedom, but what appeared to be the ship that belonged to Tom Leumas, into the sky! The sky! She has seen and done some strange things, but a storm this powerful was something to be feared. The ship shook violently as the storm as well as the ship it had taken with it loomed overhead. She looked to the skies and narrowed her eyes, clenching her jaw. She didn’t have time to head to her quarters and quickly throw together something that would counter the storm or defend the ship in some way.<br/><br/>She caught a glimpse of the Queen out of the corner of her eye. Out of habit, she straightened herself in her presence. She had been expecting her to direct some orders her way, but instead she had called out for someone to bring her that jazz flute. Yes, not just any jazz flute,<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>jazz flute. Her hands gripped what she had been carrying tighter, knowing exactly what was going to happen once she started playing that music. Barking out a few orders of her own, she watched the crew fly into action fearing what might happen to them if they didn’t get the lead out.<br/><br/>As the mighty Uraken pushed the ship out of the storm, she braced herself for the worst. For a while she was sure the ship would not hold up. She let out a sigh of relief when it looked like they made it out alright… Well, she wanted to say that they made it out alright, however, from the looks of things the ship was in desperate need of repairs. The amount of damage done to the ship made her furious. Not because she was going to be the one in charge of making sure that everything was repaired perfectly, though. The Uraken had been so fucking reckless, even if it did get the ship out of the way of the storm in the end, she knew he would need some polishing the moment he became part of their crew, she wished he would have taken the ropes.<br/><br/>There was debris all over the place... Oh well. No use pissing and moaning about it now, the Witch Doctor thought to herself.  Time to take action and do something about it. She looked to the nearest crew mate and yelled, “You!” She pointed one of her slender fingers at him, which made him stiffen.<br/><br/>“Yes?”<br/><br/>“I want you to gather a few people and begin working on repairing what you can of the ship, to the best of your ability.”<br/><br/>“But the mast is completely gone! It was ripped right off the ship!”<br/><br/>“And?”<br/><br/>“I don’t think--”<br/><br/>“It will be done. Today. Get this ship straightened up by this evening with what resources we have, or I’ll skin you all alive and use your hide as a replacement for the sails.” She roared, glaring at a few other men who were standing around. As they scattered, she relaxed and watched them like a hawk as they went to work. Even though the Queen didn’t technically give her the orders to do this, she felt the need to get something done. They were fucked if they didn’t get the ship moving with our without the main mast. The hull wasn’t in the greatest shape but thankfully the ship was still afloat. It would be a miracle if they were to repair everything by the end of the day. This was one of those rare moments where she placed faith in the crew to get things done, and done right.<br/><br/>And, well, since they needed to repair the sails she had no qualms using some poor soul’s hide as a substitute until they could get proper replacements. Anything was better than nothing at this point.<br/><br/>The Witch Doctor decided to head down into the ship. She needed to see what the damage looked like from the inside, and after going through something like that she needed some rum. She was a lightweight and didn't drink much, an intoxicated Witch Doctor was not a pretty sight not to mention, it was only during things like this did she break down. Being slightly out of it would be helpful to her once she faced the Queen about their other prisoner escaping. She was sure that wouldn’t be pretty, but who knows. Maybe the guy would succeed in killing Rotter and if he brought Maiden back either way that would at least ease the mood.<br/><br/>Or so she hoped anyway.