Tia had made her polite responses to the other members of the passenger list and the crew, her eyes lighting upon Jack Sparrow for a moment with a slow and sensuous wink.
But she wanted to be out upon the open sea. There was a stirring of magic in her bones, and Tia walked up to the helm and set her hands against the railing, one hand port, one hand starboard. She tilted her face to the sky and took a deep breath.
A gust of wind touched at the sails, making them ripple against the masts. "Jes' take 'er inna de wind, Cap'n Turner," she called, a note of joy on her voice. "We be free o' dis harbor in no time t'all."