Today there’d be good weather. At least that was what her crystal ball said. Wind was going north, where the supposed pirate treasure the crew had been searching for was.

With a pacific sigh, Melissa untied a set of herbs she kept nearby, carefully grabbing one straw to mix in the pot where she was working in a potion. Her pet, a sweet and fluffy white dove, nuzzled her cheek as it sat on her shoulder. The quietness was interrupted by the knocking, though.

From her tiny, makeshift quarters came a muffled curse, and the loud creak of a chair as she groaned. After a few more seconds, the witch finally opened the door, her hands on her hips as she remembered to remain courteous to her clients. Who, unfortunately for her, was every darn crewmate aboard. She still wondered if offering her services aboard had been a worthy investment. Because so far, all she'd got had been winks, whistling, and the occasional curse.

It took her a moment to focus on the pirate's face before her before she finally recognized their identity. With a snort, she stepped aside. "Ah yes, Captain... come to pay your respects?" She asked, her tone dripping with a sarcasm that could be mistaken with honey.