Emily's not sure what she expects Joshy to say or do when he first notices her leg, but she does find it a little odd when he doesn't say anything about it. At last, not at first he doesn't. In fact, it isn't until much later the first day, when she is trying to help him settle in for the night, that he finally points it out.

"May I ask what happened to your leg?" The question is quiet and tentative. He doesn't quite seem to know how to act around her.

"You can ask whatever you like, Joshy." She replies, offering him a small smile. "I won't bite, I promise."

He laughs softly. "Ok. Then what did happen to your leg?"

"That – is actually a very small part of a very long story, now that I think about it."

Green eyes light up a bit at this. "A story? Mother used to tell me all kinds of stories, the ones she said our papa used to tell you."

Emily is a little taken aback by this. Not because Jade had told him those stories; that doesn't surprise Emily at all. But it hadn't occurred to her that she already had one of her own to match them now, with mermaids and Blackbeard and a creepy moving skeleton. Explaining about her leg requires her to explain why she was on the rickety old ship where it happened, which requires her to explain about the rest of it or else none of it will make any sense. Actually, really, unless you'd seen it yourself or were a very firm believer in all things magical and supernatural, none of it makes much sense anyway, but still. Whatever Joshy chooses to believe, the story itself should be enjoyable enough for a nine year olds imagination.

So she tells it to him. She tells him about the mermaids, she tells him about the ship and all the treasure inside it and about Ponce de Leon and the map he wouldn't give up even in death. She tells him about the fountain, and she even tells him about the gray-crab-rock-thing and bottle full of the waters that she has. He listens intently, seeming to hang off of every word.

"…and, well, right. My leg." She holds it out and he looks down at it in wonder. "It – it didn't get better. It…" Trying to explain this part to a child isn't as easy as it sounds. "Made me very sick, you see. So…"

He nods, staring down at the wooden replacement. "I understand." He says quietly, green eyes suddenly filling with worry as he looks back to her. "It must have hurt."

"Oh. Well – yes. It did. But that's alright." She assures him. "It doesn't anymore." She reaches down to give the wood a few taps with her knuckles. "I'm – getting used to it now, slowly but surely."

Apparently satisfied, he nods and settles back into his hammock with a yawn. Emily stands and turns to make her way over to her own bed.

"Emmy?" He calls out his name for her quietly, and she turns back around.

"Yes?"

His brows furrow as he is silent for a moment, looking as though he wants – to ask her something perhaps? Emily doesn't know. "Thank you. For coming back for me."

"Of course." She says quietly, because she simply doesn't know what else to say. But that's alright; his eyes close, and he is asleep before she can think past it anyway.

…

It worriers Emily on some level, how quickly Joshy takes to this life. It takes him a bit to gain his sea legs; he is a bit ill on and off at first, though not nearly as bad as his mother had been. Still, he doesn't venture too far beyond Emily's cabin – now their cabin, because she hadn't liked the idea of him being anywhere where she couldn't keep an eye on him – for several days.

But once he does, he is all over the place. He particularly enjoys climbing the rigging, much to Emily's both amusement and alarm, and quickly finds a friend in the cabin boy, which Emily is glad of, but the whole situation proves to be much more awkward for her than for him. He is still very much a boy and therefore very much in need of someone to mother him. And Emily isn't sure how to go about doing that, particularly with Alex gone, because it seems that anything tender and warm about her left with him.

Which is why she finds herself all the more grateful to have Jo, who seems to be the mothering type simply by nature. Whenever Joshy gets himself into any sort of trouble or gets under foot, Emily can simply send him down to Jo in the galley. Jo doesn't seem to mind this arrangement, and so a routine is eventually settled in to.

The problem is, though, what he learns from the cabin boy, and from the rest of the crew. They are all basically pirates after all. And the more she watches him picking a man's pocket seemingly just for fun as they slip by while wandering the streets, beginning to learn how to fight – and then learning how to fight like a pirate, cursing like a sailor when throwing a tantrum – using some phrases he'd learned from her, she begins to realize something. Children learn, very quickly.

Perhaps, just maybe, this is why her papa had left her behind. Not because of anything she'd done, but because he was worried about what she'd pick up along the way. Watching Joshy, a part of her thinks she shouldn't blame her father for that. She wonders if he'd be ashamed of her now… but decides, looking out on her ship and her crew, that she wouldn't care if he were. She is happy. That, she decides, at least for now, is all that matters.

Anyway, she'll just have to settle for at least trying the 'do as I say, not as I do' approach with her brother for now. She doubts it will work very well, but trying eases her conscience…to some degree at least.

…

Where it starts exactly is anyone's guess. Hardly anyone calls her by her proper name anymore anyway; Joshy calls her 'Emmy' and without Alex she is 'captain' to everyone else. The face Jo makes the first time Emily mentions having heard it suggests the older woman may have come up with it. In any case, it likely started as a joke by someone that just happened to catch on.

The thing is, she quickly decides she doesn't mind. Because why should she? It's fitting though simple and obvious, and a bit more – pirate-y somehow. The name Emily sounds so proper and pretty, and Emily herself – well, doesn't feel very proper or pretty anyway, and wouldn't want to. And, all that aside, she has to admit it has an odd ring to it. So, where ever it came from and however it was come up with, Emily Elizabeth Turner – five months settled into her position as captain – becomes Peg Leg Turner.

Jo takes to calling her Peg, using it more often than she does captain. Emily supposes she should mind this…but can't seem to make herself.

News of any kind reaches Shipwreck Cove faster than seems even possible. Within two weeks of Emily leaving, Alex begins to hear word of a small ship. There's nothing too awful special about what's being said; the ship is like any other pirate ship, raiding merchant vessels and generally being a nuisance. He tries not to be interested. Really. He does his level best to convince himself that he does not care. And certainly he doesn't listen in on any and every conversation involving the ships shrew of a captain.

Shrew. How perfect a word for her. Not that her being one is a bad thing. Just the opposite. He thinks she's magnificent when she gets going… But he's not going to think about that. He's not. She'd quite thoroughly rejected his affections and to think about it is nothing short of masochism on his part. So he's not going to think about it. Still, a part of him hopes for a bit that she'll come back. In fact, he stubbornly holds onto that hope for the entirety of the first month and well into the second.

And then he starts hearing about how adventurous she's getting. About how she's taking her ship and wandering out a little farther, perhaps towards Europe, apparently just in search of new adventures, but to his ears it sounds like she's running. Fast and hard, as far as she can get from him. And he's not stupid. Yes, he knows he'll see her again. But it won't be soon. And damn it all, she is still the woman. In the end, if she can move on like that, than so can he. So, when his grandfather offers to find him a place on a visiting ship, he agrees, because he has to find something to do with himself anyway.

Besides, that's what Emily wanted, right? A little more rogue? He's his father's son. He can do that, right? He certainly starts trying. And is quickly forced to admit a hard truth about playing the scoundrel; he's worryingly good at it.

"Emmy?" The familiar voice sounds smaller than usual, quiet and shy in a way she'd thought he'd at least started to grow past.

It's late into the night. What little moonlight there is to speak of is obscured a bit by a thin layer of clouds, the leftovers of a short but intense storm. She's not surprised Joshy sounds frightened. "It's alright, Joshy. It's all blown over now. You can go back to sleep."

Big green eyes look up at her as he hesitates, and he's giving her that look again. Like he wants to ask or say something to her but isn't sure he should. Emily is wet and quite exhausted, but isn't sure about retreating to her cabin just yet. She needs to be sure they haven't lost any of the crew and that the damage to the Queen isn't too much a threat, and then she can rest. She understands if Joshy is a little shaken, but…

Jo comes up behind her, clearing her throat softly. "I think we'll be alright now. I can come down and let you know if you're needed."

Those big green eyes are, admittedly, hard to resist. And Emily really is exhausted. She crosses the deck to her brother, who grabs her hand and doesn't let go of it until they are tucked safely back in their cabin. He's still giving her that look. Allowing her own curiosity to win out this time, she sets herself in a chair next to him as he settles back into his hammock. "You're always giving me that look. If you have something to ask, please ask. As I do keep telling you, I won't bite."

He chuckles softly, but it dies out quickly. "Mummy…used to sing to me. When I had a night terror, I mean, or couldn't sleep."

Ah. Now she understands. Unfortunately, she's not sure what to do about this. The only songs she knows are, for the most part, sea shanties and decidedly not what he's looking for. "I'm afraid I wouldn't know any of the songs she did. And I'm not much good at singing. Perhaps Miss Gibbs…"

"No!" He says as she goes to stand, forcefully enough that it startles her. Reaching out to grab her arm, he tugs her back to sit in the chair. "I mean… will you sing for me anyway? Please, Emmy?"

Heaving a sigh, Emily goes through the long list of songs she's heard, trying to think of one that would be right for putting a child to sleep. She comes up with only one. She's not sure how she really remembers it; she knows she heard her mother sing it on some occasion or another. Wherever it comes from, it is the only song that she thinks might at all work for her now.

So, with Joshy's hand still on her arm and his green eyes wide and hopeful, she sings.

Over the mountains
And over the waves,
Under the fountains
And under the graves,
Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey
Over rocks which are the steepest,
Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place
For the glow-worm to lie,
Where there is no space
For receipt of a fly,
Where the gnat dares not venture,
Lest herself fast she lay,
But if Love comes, he will enter,
And will find out the way.

You may esteem him
A child for his might,
Or you may deem him
A coward from his flight.
But if she, whom Love doth honor,
Be concealed from the day
Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him
By having him confined
Some do suppose him,
Poor thing, to be blind;
But if ne'er so close ye wall him,
Do the best that you may,
Blind Love, if so ye call him,
Will find out his way.

You may train the eagle
To stoop to your fist.
You may train in veigle
The Phoenix of the east.
The lioness, you may move her
To give o'er her prey;
But you'll ne'er stop a lover;
He will find out his way.

A rather ironic song for her mother to have sung. Or perhaps that was before her father… well. No use in her thinking about all of that. Moving as quietly as she can, as Joshy has indeed fallen sound asleep, lulled to it halfway through the song undoubtedly more just by her voice than the words themselves, Emily slips off to bed and falls quickly to sleep herself.

…

She dreams of Alex. It feels more like one of her visions, but after what she'd said to him, she dares not hope it is. Still, it is a very vivid, and undeniably wonderful, dream. He looks a little different in it. His hair has grown longer than it was, pulled back in a braid. There is a small gold earring in his ear, and some new tattoos. She doesn't pay much attention to the details of them, though, as she is rather more preoccupied with what she and Alex are doing in the dream.

His hands are sure and far more experienced than her own, but gentle as they trail down to certain places… his lips trail kisses along her neck and her shoulder, sending that strangest sensation down through her body… and then… oh!

She wakes with a start, her bed and night clothes damp with… she feels a blush creep up her cheeks, even though it is dark and there is no one around to see her or have heard her, if there'd been anything to hear. Goddess, she hopes there wasn't. Holding her breath a moment and listening intently, she is more than a little relieved to hear Joshy still snoring ever so softly across the room.

Some part of her swells with a newfound hope. That had to have been a vision. She could never have dreamed that up on her own, she'd had no idea how all that worked. Why her goddess would see fit to show her that, Emily is as clueless as ever, but she's not complaining.

In fact, she lays back down, tries to get comfortable again, and closes her eyes while half begging her goddess to maybe, just maybe, let Emily see – feel – experience that particular vision again.

This is, admittedly, not the first time she's found herself in a jail cell.

(Actually, technically, it's the third. But the first time was Alex's fault. And the second time involved a goat and a barrel of apples and a very angry old merchant captain…needless to say, the incident isn't spoken of.)

It just happens to be the first time she's found herself in a jail cell without Alex to come up with something crazy in an effort to get them out. Or to simply make her laugh. Things always seem better when he's around to make her laugh. But he is not. And she's not entirely sure how she's going to get out of this one. And she feels doubly awful, because Jo is with her, and the older woman is…well…panicking, just a bit.

"Jo, I can hear you pacing. If you keep it up you'll wear a hole straight through the floor, and I doubt they'd like that much." Emily is sitting with her back to the wall, head leaned back and eyes closed.

"I don't know how you can be so calm." Jo grumbles back. "You do realize where we are? What they do to pirates?"

Emily's not half as calm as she looks. She's only trying to appear so because… well, letting herself worry so, as Jo is, isn't going to get her anywhere. Keeping calm means she can think, and thinking means maybe, just maybe, a plan might form. "Well, we're women, and they won't necessarily know we are pirates. If nothing else…"

"What?"

"Could tell them I'm with child and I dragged you along with me as a midwife. Wouldn't be too hard to sell it."

The pacing stops abruptly. Emily opens her eyes lazily to find that Jo is standing before her, hands on her hips and one eye brow raised. "What? It's just a suggestion."

"You'd be lying through your bloody teeth, and you'd only be able to keep it up for so long."

"If they let us live I wouldn't need to keep it up for long. Long as we aren't stuck in here, there's a fair chance we could escape."

"Assuming there'll be someplace to escape to. You told the crew to keep to the code, didn't you?"

"Aye, as usual." Another more useful thing she'd learned from Ana – the Code. Now, Emily liked to think her men wouldn't leave without her. But considering where they were, she wouldn't blame them if they did, because she herself would only wait so long in their position.

Jo huffs, finally coming over to plop herself down next to Emily. "I hate pirates."

"Oh, don't give me that, you might as well be one yourself."

"Yes, well, I can still hate the rest of you."

Emily gives her a cute smile and leans over to rest her head on the older woman's shoulder. "Oh, come now, you couldn't hate me if you tried."

Jo rolls her eyes and huffs, looking down at her. "The reckless little sister I never wanted. This is the third time in as many weeks you've nearly got us killed, you know, I can't understand what in the name of our goddess has gotten into you." She says, half playfully.

"… It was a very pretty necklace. And you know how I can't stand these supposed fine ladies, they usually deserve it."

"Emily…" Jo's tone changes as she uses Emily's proper name, causing her to sit up straight again, bracing herself for a conversation she does not want to have. "You've already got that necklace you're papa gave you, you never take it off. And I know you're not so obsessed with such finery. It's something else, isn't it?" Emily says nothing, so Jo goes on. "Alex warned me about this, you know. He said you get like this sometimes."

"Oh?" Emily suddenly becomes immensely more interested in the ruffled sleeve of her red blouse.

"When the nightmares get too bad usually, he said. But sometimes for other reasons."

"I've no idea what he was talking about." Emily pauses, sighs. "But if you must know… this is the day...that my papa left, six years ago now. It gets harder to…not to think about things sometimes, that's all. Takes more than the usual distractions."

"Distraction? You call this a 'distraction'? We might well hang come morning, Emily." Emily still won't look at her. Jo's tone grows hard again; she's learned quickly how to deal with Emily. "You know I hate to be harsh, but God's teeth girl. You're really no better than your father with his drinking when you're like this. In fact, I'm almost inclined to think your way is worse."

Emily turns sharply to her, glaring harshly, and opens her mouth to respond… but never gets a word out as the sound of light footsteps echoes throughout the dingy cell block – along with the sound of jangling metal. Emily and Jo exchange a look, brows furrowed. It is the middle of the night. What few guards are on duty have yet to bother actually patrolling. So, who could possibly be coming?

"Emmy!" A voice exclaims in hushed tones, and Emily eyes widen as she jumps to her feet and darts across to the front of the cell. She can't hardly believe her eyes – its Joshy coming towards them, the large key ring held tightly in his little fist.

"Joshua Turner!" She chokes out. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Joshy gives her a bit of a smirk. "Springing my sister from jail. Hello, Miss Gibbs." He holds up the keys and waves at the elder of the two women, looking a little too proud for Emily's liking, before he begins quickly trying each key on the door to their cell. Emily is rather speechless. He finally finds the right key and opens the cell door as the smirk grows some. "Problem, Cap'n?"

Oh, goddess. Sometimes she doesn't know what she's going to do with him. Jo speaks up when she doesn't.

"Well, I for one am certainly not complaining." She hikes up her skirts as she walks forward, pausing to ruffle Joshy's hair. "Good lad. Do you know which way to go?"

He begins leading them back the way they came. "I managed to get past the other soldiers, but with all three of us…"

A plan forms itself the minute Emily sees her sword and pistol, still hanging from her belt, which rests on a wall in a small alcove not far from where the nearest guards are stationed. She has no idea if the pistol is loaded, and even if it is, it'll only have one shot. Think like Alex, she tells herself. Crazy is just what they need right now. She hopes the pistol is loaded. She can work with one shot and a sword.

With Jo and Emily hiding as best they can in the shadows of the alcove, Joshy sprints around the corner and gets the guards attention, sounding frantic. "Help, sir, please, sir, it's my sister, she's – she's not well!"

The guards, as luck would have it, apparently don't quite have the heart to brush Joshy off with the excuse that Emily and Jo might well be hung anyway. "Alright, alright, easy lad, let's just see what the fuss is about." One of them says, and then sure enough, a tall man comes around the corner and heads off in the direction of the cell Jo and Emily had been locked up in. He doesn't even glance in their direction. Knowing they don't have much time, Emily nods at Jo, handing her the pistol. Jo slips around the corner quietly, and Emily can't know exactly what happens next. All she knows is what she hears.

"Oi! 'Old up there!" The other guard. The sound of the pistol being cocked. Several beats of silence follow, and then he laughs. "Surely yah didn't think they'd leave it loaded, did yah, now?"

Emily takes that as her cue. Slipping around the corner herself, she brings up her sword to hold at his throat. It's far more ungainly than a knife, leaving her to wish she had one of those instead, but it does the job well enough – he freezes, eyes widening.

"That's right." Emily says just as Joshy comes back around the corner and crosses the room to Jo. "Not another word." She takes his pistol and presses it to his back.

"You-you can't fire, there'll be others come running if yah do, yah'll never make it out then."

"You're going to sneak us out quietly." She says, forcing cold indifference into her tone even as her mind is still racing. "Because if you make a sound, I'll fire before they can get to us." She cocks the pistol for good measure. "Now, move."

Unsurprisingly, he does as he's told. He hesitates several times when they come to places where other guards are stationed, but all she has to do is dig the barrel of the pistol into his back a little harder and he starts moving again.

And then they make it out into the open, where Emily knocks him out with the butt of the pistol. And then they run, as fast as they possibly can for as long as they can manage, only stopping when they reach the very out skirts of town and the docks are in sight – along with the Sea's Queen, silhouetted in the moonlight. Still gasping for air, but now preoccupied with not knowing whether to be angry or proud or grateful, Emily rounds on Joshy.

"You… how did you even get in there?"

"I paid off the guard outside. It wasn't hard. I just told him all I wanted was to see my sister. He didn't ask questions once I showed him what I had."

Emily's eyes narrow suspiciously now. "And what exactly did you have?"

"…four shillings…"

"Four…" Jo sounds awed, her eyes widening almost comically. "Where did you get four shillings?"

Now Joshy looks appropriately sheepish as he tucks his hands behind his back and looks at the ground. "The men…around the tavern…were all rather drunk…and I guess I'm too young to be anything more than annoying, they didn't pay me any mind save for to tell me to shoo…"

Angry, proud, or grateful. Emily settles on some combination of all three. She'll have to weed out just which of her crew thought it a good idea to teach her brother to pick pockets so well. "Joshua Turner." She kneels down so she's at his level. "Thank you." He looks at her again, his eyes lighting up as he throws his arms around her. She chuckles and presses a kiss to his temple, but pulls away when she hears the commotion of some kind back the way they came from – men yelling mostly, but even that isn't a good sign. They need to move. She looks Joshy in the eye, affecting her much sterner 'I'm the captain' sort of tone. "Now don't you ever…"

"Do anything like that again? That's what you always say."

"Joshy." A warning tone now. "Understood?"

He straightens up a bit, but his eyes still dance with mischief. "Aye, Cap'n."

"Good. I do mean it. Now come on."

They make it back to the ship just in time. By the time the docks begin to swarm with activity, men preparing to go after Emily and Jo, the Sea's Queen is disappearing over the horizon just as the sun rises. Thankfully, news of their more recent adventures hasn't quite traveled this far yet. If it had, they might think to follow her anyway.

That merchant captain is not the last to mention the Admirals name in the months that follow. At first she hears it only here and there, sailors talking of rumors, things they've heard but can't possibly confirm. But then it starts to come up a little more often. The captains on the ships she takes begin giving her the same speech. The Admiral has a plan. It won't fail this time. She'll be hung.

It scares her a bit, yes. It more so just makes her angry, though. Angry enough, in fact, that she allows her men to be a little more careless when they take a ship. If they can't work with anything the ship is holding, the cargo is dumped. If any of the sailors gets too brave, they are shot – though, she at least tries to ensure, not fatally.

She loses some battles, of course, but she wins far more. Possibly just because she has a goddess on her side. Possibly because she perfects the routine a little more every time, learns how to scare men on the other ship. Pretends to be ruthless, and gets very good at the game. Always she manages to get her ship and crew away fairly unscathed.

The name Peg Leg Turner somehow spreads. Her little Queen starts to become well known. She only begins to worry when she herself starts to become recognizable though. With her leg, the name becomes a problem, quickly. She's not sure she's anywhere near ready to deal with the same sort of infamy her Uncle has gained.

Which is why she starts to venture out a little farther. There are, after all, plenty more interesting parts of the world to explore. And, besides, she's quickly finding that she needs more than the routine she's created to keep her mind off of, well, other things.

Other things that often include Alex, and the fact that he is not with her. But she's not going to think about him.

Her mind is somewhat more occupied with her brother, at least. She's begun teaching him how to use a sword. He doesn't take to it quite as easily as she did, but she teaches him to practice just as often as she was taught to, and he seems to try his best when she tells him about their father and how good he'd been with a blade. Still, she tells him to lock himself in her cabin when they approach another ship, just as she has from the beginning. He begins to protest the more comfortable he grows with her, but she insists.

She's already, somewhat inadvertently, turned him into quite the mischievous little thief. If he somehow gets hurt on her watch, she'll really never forgive herself.

"If Alex is still there to put in a good word Captain Teague might be willing to offer some protection. Shipwreck's a fortress, Peg, we'd be safe…" Jo follows Emily as she stalks across the deck of the Queen, trying to talk some sense into her. The Captain's frustration is apparently quite visible, as the crew takes care to stay well out of her way.

"Until, when, Jo?" She rounds on the older woman just before the steps leading up the helm. "How long do you propose we go and hide away?"

"Until we can come up with a better plan than the one you've got now! For heaven's sake, girl! We stay out in open waters like this for long now and we'll be sunk!"

Several of the men nearest to them pause in their work to glance at the pair upon hearing this. Emily's scowl alone is enough to send them back to work. "Jo, why don't you just trust I know what I'm doing? Have I ever steered us wrong before?" Jo raises a single eyebrow at this, placing both hands on her hips, and Emily knows she's in trouble now. The older woman opens her mouth, but Emily cuts her off before she can start. "On second thought, don't answer that."

"I understand you don't want to see Alex." Jo says instead, rather bluntly. "But this is foolish. If nothing else, think of Joshy. What'll happen to him if you get yourself caught, or worse?"

Thinking on this, Emily turns to look over at her brother as he crosses the deck with a bucket in hand, sloshing water as he goes about doing his chores with the cabin boy. Jo has a point. A good one. And Emily knows it. She is being stupid. She knows this too. But she's not sure she wants to see Alex again. The dreams she's had of him – she worries that too much can have changed in more than a year. Would he even want to see her?

She doesn't know. But not going with Jo's idea simply because she wants to avoid a run in with him is entirely selfish of her. And that kind of thinking, she's already learned, doesn't get you so far when you're the captain.

"Alright." She growls finally, to Jo's visible relief. Turning to head up to the helm as she had originally intended, Emily takes over and sets them on a course for Shipwreck Cove.

Alright, so, feeling a tad confused? That is perfectly alright, because it will all be explained in the next chapter. And we'll get to see Alex again! I've kind of missed him, I have to admit.

Anyway, I believe I mentioned somewhere in a much earlier chapter (before the long hiatus I took from this story) that it would only be a year before things with Lizzie and Emily and Will would start to come together. Not sure whether you guys will remember that or not… but I obviously lied. Sort of. I've rebooted things a little bit. I needed to give Emily plenty of time to settle into her role as captain and gain some confidence, and Alex some time to grow too. I'll have to go back eventually and fix those 'before' chapters, but I've got things flowing well enough again that I don't want to do that just now, so just bear with me, please? Things will start moving forward again in the next chapter.

Also, you've no idea how long it took me to find a song that would've actually been sung during this time period. Honestly, considering you can usually find anything here on the internet, it took way more work than it should have. Or maybe I'm just lazy. Either way, the song I did find actually fit very well, so it was worth it.

The site I found it on (minus spaces, of course): www . contemplator england / lovefind . html

Reviews are nice, but thank you all just for reading. Happy Easter! :)