I lived those few days I promised myself to the fullest. They'd all noticed the change in my behavior, some took it as finally opening up, others took it as a warning that I'd gotten some rare disease (I cleared that one up very quickly), yet still others saw through it and knew what I was going to ask Shanks before I'd even decided myself what I was going to say.

As you could probably guess Benn was among the third party, and he wasted no time making it known to me. He'd always drop "subtle" hints, but never when Shanks was around. Eventually I finally got tired of him dropping his hints. "I get it!" I half yelled at him one day, "I know you know that I'm going to ask Shanks to leave the ship, but must you keep reminding me!?"

Benn just laughed slightly, "I just thought you might want to know, that we're heading for the Grand Line in six months."

"Six months..." I repeated softly, that's how long I've been on this ship. I can't believe it's already been six months... "I guess... I should..."

Benn nodded, "You should," a mischievous smile passed the first mate's face, "I don't know how much longer I can keep this secret."

"Oh shoot me." I said, "I'm going to tell Shanks today." I lied.

Benn lit his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into my face, "Of course you are." He said as he put one of his hands on my shoulder, then shoved my though the semi-open door that was to my left.

On the other side of the door I saw a very confused Shanks. "What?" He asked bewildered.

"May God damn you Benn Beckman." I said under my breath. I looked up at Shanks, "Can I... ask a favor?"

"Yes?" He said questioningly.

"Well, I was wondering... I dunno, if you could maybe drop me off somewhere before the Grand Line?"

Shanks just glanced away, coughed awkwardly, then looked back at me, "I have no problem with that, we were going to stop off somewhere today anyway, I figured I should treat the crew to some restaurant quality food."

"Yeah," I shifted, "I had originally planed to ask when you were drunk, but Benn seemed to have different ideas." I growled softly. "I just don't really want to go to the Grand Line with you guys, I feel like you guys would have to pull my weight, I don't want to have you guys pulling my weight."

Shanks nodded, "All right, I understand."

"Thanks," I said not bothering to hide my sigh of relief. "I was afraid you wouldn't understand."

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Like I said, anything."

I felt like I'd stabbed myself with a knife, "Yeah, I remember." I walked away, rubbing my left arm, I'd noticed I did that a lot when I got nervous or was thinking about something that bothered me. That's how Benn knew... I thought glumly, he just read me like a book.

The next few hours passed relatively quickly and we docked a a giant fish.

Well... Fish shaped boat, but you catch my drift. It had the word "Baratie" written on the side, and did in fact look rather classy. We all slowly filed onto the restaurant.

"Excuse me you damn crooks," A large man stopped us at the door, he didn't seem very nice for someone who runs the house of a restaurant. "But do you have money?"

Shanks looked at the large man like he was crazy, "Of course I have money. What kind of person comes to a restaurant with out money?"

The large man changed his tone, "Oh course dear customer, please wait while I find seats for you all."

"Tsh." Treating us like common criminals until we mention money. I thought as the large man ascended a set of stairs in the middle of the room. "So typical."

Shanks cast a glance in my direction, "What?"

"Nothing, I was just expecting better service at a place that looks so high class." Because being called a "damn crook" before a meal isn't very high class.

There was a loud thump on the floor above us, I jumped a bit. Shortly after a blond haired man walked down the stairs. He looked pretty ticked, but quickly prepared several tables that I assumed were for us.

After preparing the tables the blond haired man walked briskly over to us, "Your tables are over there." He said as he shoved his hand into one of the pockets of his black suit and pulled out a cigarette. "The waiters will be around shortly with your..." He caught my eye. "Oh great sea goddess!" in a split second he was on one knee in front of me. "This is truly a great day, to be blessed with such beauty!"

I could hear Benn, Shanks, and Yasopp stifling laughs. "Yeah, sure." I said, I had no idea why he was saying these things, from where I stood I didn't think I looked that great. My shirt was ruffled due to my constant arm rubbing and pacing, my pants were haphazardly rolled up to just above my knee because the long pant legs were getting in my way during training, and don't even get me started on my hair. And your scars. The voice said, With your scars you'll never be beautiful.

Still the man, gently took my hand in his and led me to one of the tables. "And you're so modest! But you need not be, you truly are a vision of beauty! Just tell me what you wish and I shall get it for you."

"Yeah, that's nice Sanji, but I'd really just like it it you'd seat my friends aswe..." My voice died out as I realized, I called him by name! I thought, Do I know him? He does seem familiar... but where have I seen him?

Sanji was as bewildered as I was. "Do we-?" he started, then stopped as Shanks and Benn were now right behind him. He turned an angry scowl on his face. "Do you mind?"

My captain smirked, "You gonna do something about it?"

Sanji advanced towards Shanks, a pit formed in my stomach, I could tell that Sanji was good with his legs, but my captain was better with a sword. My eyes widened as Benn and the rest of the crew did nothing. I delicately called out, "Oh Sanji, I was hoping for some food."

Sanji's eyes turned into hearts as he said, "Of course my dear!" He ran off.

I waved an accusing finger at Shanks and the crew. "You would have let him fight you, when you all knew he stood no chance!"

He shrugged, "If he wanted to fight who was I to deny him that?"

"A jerk, I know that you'd only need a minute- if even that- and poor Sanji would be dead, or at the least badly beaten." I crossed my legs and folded my hands over my knees. "He has no idea who you are," I glared at him.

Shanks shivered, "Alright."

A good meal (and a couple of beers) later, Sanji and I were deep in a conversation when he brought up the whole name thing earlier.

"So how did you know my name?" He asked as he placed another fruit plate on the table in front of me.

"I don't really know myself."

"She's right," My (by now drunk) captain said. "She doesn't know herself!"

I felt a tick mark appear on my forehead, "That's not what I meant, and no more beer for you!" I half shouted at him.

There was a moan from Shanks, "Buh whyyy?" He asked as he gripped his glass. Sanji gave me no time to reply as he eagerly separated the red haired pirate from his beer.

I sighed and picked a large strawberry off my plate. "You're so childish sometimes." I sighed at him, "Honestly captain, would you like some cheese to go with that whine?"

Benn and Yasopp found this funny, Shanks- understandably- did not. "That's not funny!" Shanks said as Sanji came back holding a smooth bottle in his right hand and a small wine glass in his left.

"Here you are my dear." He set the wine glass in front of me.

"Oh, no thanks. I have a low alcohol tolerance." He ignored me and poured the glass anyway. I sighed and picked up the glass, I took a small sip. "Woah," I took another, "I think I prefer this to beer."

Shanks made a small noise, "I could never get used to the stuff."

"It's all that ale you drink." I said, not bothering to hide the edge to my voice. "Any way," I continued, "Before my captain interrupted us, I was about to say I've hand amnesia fro the past six months so I don't really know if I've ever met you before, I was hoping you might be able to clear that up for me."

Sanji thought for a moment then, once again kneeling before me, produced a rose- wait... scratch that... a sparkling rose. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of use my fair madden, but alas I have never seen your beauty before now."

"Oh god for shame," I whispered to myself, "I know your name, but you don't know mine." I set the wine glass back on the table and took the rose. "My name is Leanah."

"Oh, how fitting a beautiful name for a beautiful wom-" Sanji was cut off by a loud call.

"SANJI, GET IN HERE!"

"Shitty old man." he grumbled as he walked up the stairs.

I blinked, then looked at the wine glass, "I sort a feel like I got him in trouble..."

Shanks shrugged, "He probably had it coming."

"Wow, you're just soooo nice." I said, sarcasm evident.

Shanks took it and ran, "I know right?" his sarcasm rivaled mine. "Any way, next time a waiter comes by I'm going ask to see the head chef."

I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say next but I still asked, "Why?"

"To get you a job." I knew it. I thought.

"Thanks, I think it might be nice to work here." I said ignoring the sudden soft prickling on the back of my neck.

We didn't see Sanji for quite a bit longer, when a waiter came asking if we were done Shanks mentioned wanting to see the head chef. The waiter fumbled a bit, then regaining his cool, left.

That prickly feeling stuck even after that point where the waiter had left. I considered telling Shanks, but I figured that he was doing enough for me as is. I uncrossed my legs and sipped more of the wine, could this day get anymore weird?

And just as I had asked, the universe supplied. Not more then 10 minutes later a rather old man walked over to our tables, he had a long blond mustache that was braided so it stuck near straight out. He was also wearing one of those huge chef hats that netted him at the least another foot of height. He glanced at Shanks then motioned for the captain to follow.

I watched as the two left to talk, then stood up. "Welp... I'm going to go pack my things."

Yasopp stared at me, "How are you sure he's going to get you the job?"

"It's Shanks." I rationalized, "Of course he'll get me the job." I finished the wine then walked to the ship to retrieve my suitcase and swords. What ever lay a head, I could feel the adventure, and over all, it wasn't all that bad.