Jack's eyes twinkled with mischief as he settled into one of the newly arranged chairs, stretching his legs with a contented sigh. "So, Eleanor, if ye don't mind, I could use a drink or two. Might help clear me head."
Eleanor, still slightly flustered from Jack's earlier antics, nodded with a mix of reluctance and resolve. "Aye, I'll fetch us some. I'll be right back."
Before she left she ordered her men to to the deck and not enter the cabin she was in, no matter what.
And true to her word, Eleanor returned shortly with several bottles of rum. The lantern's flickering light cast dancing shadows on the walls as she set the bottles on the small wooden table. The room filled with the rich scent of alcohol, mingling with the salty sea air.
"Here ye go," Eleanor said with a forced cheerfulness, pouring a generous amount into Jack's wooden mug. She poured one for herself, her hands slightly unsteady. "Cheers."