A/N1: *Thanks everyone on her hands and knees for the spectacular reviews* Really, they keep moi going! Literally! :D

A/N2: I'm glad Leah and Elizabeth are distinguishable from one another as well… and I try to keep Leah's psyche fairly healthy, really I do… It's not my fault she's miserable! :P Ah well… perhaps she will get better… You'll all just have to read and see! ;)

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"I was holding the notion that," Leah said through clenched teeth, pulling a rope down with Will while Sparrow tied it down, "they 'got us ready to make way', using your wonderful terminology. Why, are we doing all of this work?"

"Because, darling," the one who was just finishing up with said rope replied, standing back up while Leah and Will each stepped away from the taut cord, "a ship requires more inept care than a bodice."

"Was that supposed to be an insult directed towards-"

"Jack, Miss Swann, are we on this voyage to save Elizabeth, or for you two to bicker this entire time and get nothing accomplished?" the blacksmith suddenly demanded, cutting the both of them off.

"William, please…" Leah said, smiling sweetly, "Call me Leah before I am forced to push you overboard." Oh, was she in a horrible mood at the moment. "I have asked you to repetitively, as has Elizabeth, to do this, and you are referring to her by her first name now. Really, think about it for a moment. If you find yourself in a situation in which you must call my name quickly, won't it take an overlong period of time? Subsequently, won't it get quite confusing to be calling 'Miss Swann' with both Elizabeth and me there once we rescue her?"

Will reluctantly agreed, but only after they had settled that issue of her and the pirate bickering… to a point. Then, he merely turned back to the work at hand.

Jack, on the other hand, decided to take advantage of the situation.

"Well then, Leah-" he began, but was rudely cut off.

"No, when you refer to me," the brunette hissed, "I am Miss Swann."

Shaking her head, Leah made her way up the stairs of the ship, up onto the deck. She'd gone below just to see what the Interceptor was made of, what it crew quarters and the like looked like, and had been down there for a good 15 minutes before coming to the conclusion that these ships were really much more impressive floating offshore. They were beauty then, and protection, a fine sight. Once you were actually on one, though… Well, she supposed one would get used to it. At least it appeared as if the sailors and soldiers that regularly manned the vessel were not bound by such a strict set of rules and customs imposed by society as one of her "noble" position was.

Moving up onto the quarterdeck, she was surprised to see Will on his back before the wheel, and Jack helping him up with one word: "Tortuga," said in an agreeable, delighted tone of voice. As the younger of the two had his sword out, Leah could guess at what had occurred… And she'd been scolded for a bit of vocal bickering with the man? Well, what a wonderful, completely clear and honest voyage this was turning out to be!

Still, another part of her mind reasoned, it was better than being back at Port Royale, worrying about her sister, or still locked in that bedroom of her dead mother's just to escape. Nevertheless, anything had to be better than that.

"Tortuga?" she inquired upon reaching the pair, deciding to say absolutely nothing about what she gathered had just transpired.

"Apparently," Will said. Well… she had heard of the place, heard her father speak of it occasionally and knew it was a port of some kind, filled with "knaves" and "rogues", but other than that, she knew next to nothing about it.

"It's an island port filled with all the luxuries a mind can imagine," Jack informed her, and grinned… Why did she doubt that? "At least, if you have half a mind to imagine such."

"Oh, really?" she asked bitterly, an eyebrow arched as her arms crossed before her chest.

"Aye, if you're a pirate, or have any sort of taste at all, then you'll adore it, luv."

Leah sighed and shook her head for a moment, eyes downcast, before looking back up. Any sort of taste at all? Well then, she was probably going to be ruled tasteless in his book… "And how long until we reach this port paradise, Sparrow?" Will seemed to be wondering the same exact thing, turning his head to look upon Jack with an inquisitive expression upon his face, one eyebrow arched.

Jack only had to take on glance at the horizon and sun before answering. "A few hours. By nightfall, we'll have arrived."

Nodding, not bothering to speak to either of them anymore, Leah turned and walked back down to the main deck, hugging her arms around herself. Only a few more hours on this ship, and then they'd be on land, assembling a crew. Why was she not as excited as she'd presumed she would be?

Ah yes. Perhaps because they were going to be gathering the members of this crew from a port, a port whose very name meant "Turtle", and one which seemed to be a particular favorite for pirates. Why whatever could be wrong with that? And what had she been expecting?

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