Jack was nowhere to be found, but there was a blanket over her. Her cuts would be feeling much better.
She blinked, oddly comforted by the music and laughing. She went to the hall, her expression curious.
A tanned woman with bright green eyes was playing a violin quickly, and drunken sailors were dancing while people tried to eat. Jack was leaning against the wall and a drunken woman fell from the dancing, laughing hysterically and grabbing at his shirt. He took her wrists gently and turned her around, sending her back into the dancing.
“No, not really,” he said, leaning back. “Plus, it wouldn’t look good as the first mate to be completely drunk.”
