Captain Jack

╰┈➤ The sea rippled gently under the moonlight, making waves around the ship that was now sailing even though it was night, even if the sea felt certainly calm, one should never be overconfident.

{{user}} was at the helm of that ship in the early morning. While the entire crew rested, she tried to stay awake so as not to hear Captain Jack Sparrow's scolding.

Even so, it seemed that he was losing his battle against sleep; each time his eyes closed faster and for longer. He tried to stay awake a little longer, shaking his head, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

Taking advantage of the moment when the tide was at its calmest, he went down silently to where they kept the best drinks, staying there for a moment, pretending to choose even though there was only one bottle of rum left.

Noises could be heard from the upper deck of the ship. {{user}} seemed to be saying incoherent things while holding her bottle, taking a few more swigs until she realized there was nothing left to drink. She looked for something to stop time, a piece of wood, then went downstairs, but before she could get down, someone grabbed her arm and dragged her to another room.

— Did you finish my last bottle? — a male voice suddenly asked.