Yancha had disembarked early in morning to search the island for necessary herbs and whatever medicinal supplies the island could offer him. He had stopped at a few flower shops to find suitable subjects to his newest series of experiments and found a few he felt would make breed interesting results. A few jasmine vines, a rose bush and some tulips was all he could find worth playing with. His ventures and led him to a few ailing individuals he stopped to help, but none having much more then a flu or some chronic back-pains. The doctor found no interesting illnesses among the rabble and thus found no reason to stick by the sickbeds.<br/><br/>On his way back toward the ship, Yancha found himself checking the markets, seeking to find a bit of sulfur, as well as something to use as mulch and fertilizer. His ears caught the sounds of ruckus and agitated islanders, and from what he knew of his captain that meant she had done something to someones husband. The good doctor simply couldn't help but feel these people were likely being unreasonable, it wasn't her fault men just seemed to want to please her. Yancha quickly began to navigate toward the head of the mob via the rooftops, barely keeping up with the winged figures in the sky leading the charge. As usual he felt strangely mundane chasing the majestic form of his relatively new captain as she soared over a mob of her aspiring lovers.<br/><br/>Yancha reached the pier and simply allowed himself to merge with the mob and moved toward the ship, realizing his mistake as a burst of flames washed over the docks, leaving him barely enough time to jump out of the way and out over the water. Yancha quickly darted across the water, leaping up onto the deck of the ship. His sudden appearance was announced by a small flurry of cherry blossoms when he landed, conveniently next to the lovely cause of the maddened mob.<br/><br/>"I really must learn how you can drive the blood in men so far as to excite their women," Yancha spoke, his voice a sweet silk masking the intentions behind it. "I'll be sure to do a thorough investigation of your anatomy... er.. with your consent of course"<br/><br/>The doctor grinned, his mind winding around the idea of what she hid in her shifting anatomy. The good doctor was aware of the pheromone that she secreted, as he was very susceptible to her charms himself. Though, in his a way, it  made him want to be inside her... with a scalpel... among other things (actually mostly other things).