Prologue
Leah bit through the pain of a contraction. There was no one that she would allow to help her. Two days from any land, none of the crew would risk helping their captain. The contraction passed and Leah breathed heavy. She subconsciously went for her piece of eight and remembered how things were easier. Another contraction came and Leah let out a scream of pain. Leah checked and was shocked to feel the top of the infant's head. She had to push, and pushed she did. The clouds were turning pinkish red as the crew heard the cry of an infant. Yung, who had stepped up as first mate in all the areas he lacked, knoced before he poked his head in. He saw Leah wrapping her child up in a scrap blanket.
"Leah," he said.
"We'll head for land. We need fresh supplies."
Yung nodded and left to rely the orders. Leah would have to change her bedding when they reach port. Until then, she would have to deal with the after birt. What surpriesed Leah when she looked at her son, was his light blue, nearly white, eyes. She hat spotted, but was not positive, what looked like a tail modeled after hers; only smaller. A thought came to mind when these appearances appeared; how would he be treated?
Most likely how Inuyasha was, Leah thought.
Leah emerged from the cabin five days after docking. Her sone was asleep on her back, situated in a Feudal Japan styled infant basket. She went into port to gather supplies she needed. None of the port citizens paid her much mind; except one. He saw the Dragon Star, for Leah renamed the Lucky Star after they returned from Japan, dock nearly a week ago. Stories have been past through the pirate world of Leah and what she did. He shadowed Leah as she went through the market. Leah studied some fresh fruit and caught a new scent when she sniffed some fruit. It was a new yet familiar scent at the same time. She paid for the fruit and left the stand, taking a full basket of various items as she did. Luckily, it had much of what she nedded. English soldiers past her without a second glance. They were not aware she was even in the port.
"Captain Leah," she heard behind her.
Leah turned and saw the one person she was expecting: Barbossa. She waited for the older pirate to join her before she continued to the docks.
"Lovely child. Have ye seen Jack?"
"No. I've been preoccupied."
Leah motioned her head to the week old infant; of which Barbossa took the hint. The infant looked like his mother, but had a slight appearance of Nick, that much Barbossa noticed.
"In fact, I've been looking for Jack as well," Leah said. "He has something I need."
Barbossa raised a curious eyebrow; silently asking.
"The charts to the Fountain. A deal as it were."
Leah did not want to tell Barbossa of her deal with Calypso. Another sniff told Leah that they were still being followed by the same unusual familiar scent. Ever since the two ships returned to the right time, it seemed like rumors flew through the pirate grapevie that Leah was the white dragon demon that Mistress Ching had talked about. Leah continued with Barbossa to the docks, not informing him of the scent. When they reached the Dragon Star, the two captains made their separate ways. Leah managed to change her bedding before the infant woke; wanting to eat.
"You need a name, my son," she said as he nursed. "Hunter. That'll be your name."
