Ceres had woken up about an hour prior to that. Something about punching a guy unconscious while he was trying to cup a feel. She didn't remember anything about it though, as it was her own punch that had woken her up. His own fault for trying to take advantage of a drunken woman really, though she wouldn't hate him for it. She had learned long ago that that was just how guys were. They wanted women, whether they showed it or not.

She was trying to get over her headache with a fried egg on a slice of bread, sitting near the steering wheel against the ship's side. Suddenly Octavius came bursting out, several bottles in hand and looking like he was about to either drink them all or throw them all overboard. Luckily it didn't seem to be the latter. "If you want a rematch, you'll have to wait for the next island, Cap'n." She spoke, careful to not be too loud. "I'd rather be able to keep my focus while sailing." It was already night, so most sailors had gone to sleep, or were idly holding guard while keeping themselves busy. Though the two of them had been out cold for a good 6 hours or so, so Ceres at least was fully awake. Heck she'd be up for sailing out now, wasn't it for the supplies she needed to fill the larder properly, which could only be bought at the market in the morning at 6 am. "Though I look forward to having you as my rival. At your best, we'd probably have a real contest on our hands." She wasn't about to make fun of him for his loss. None of the sailors were, in fact. Ceres knew that she was just that good at holding her liquor. And Octavius deserved at least that much, considering how long it took for him to hit the ground. "Just don't think I'll be sitting still until then~"