As Vic exited the room, he took a moment to stand at the edge and watch the dark water lapping at the sides of his ship. He sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair. There was a possibility that this plan wasn't going to work and that the Governor would blow the Black Star out of the water, but Vic would die a bloody and noble death before he let that happen. He loved the ship, almost as if it was a beautiful woman. It had been his for 3 years, and in captain's years, it was probably that he would die soon, whether it be in battle or disease. Vic had accepted the fact that he would die young a very long time ago. 

He rubbed his face and sighed, and began to walk down into the stomach of the boat. "Aye, boys, would you like a little company?" he asked in the most feminine voice he could produce. His men went along, beginning to hoot and holler at Vic. He drank heavily and talked with the men for a few more hours into the night, squeezing himself into a corner where he could fit and finally nodding off the sleep. 

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"Aye, bloody hell," he mumbled to himself as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He immediately felt the rum from last night as he stood up from the corner he was sleeping in. His eyes scanned the room, his men still asleep on the floor, none looking alive. He began to rub his temples as he stepped over the snoring crew and made his way up to the deck. The sun instantly blinded him, and he loudly cursed as he stumbled across the deck to the Captain's quarters. 

He swung open the doors and immediately remembered the presence of the woman in his room. "Aye! Alice," he said surprised as he saw the figure in his bed. "My apologies. I will only be a minute." He avoided making eye contact with her as he sat down at the desk in his room in front of the map that he had drawn himself. He used a quill to track the movements of the ship. He knew he looked rough and felt even rougher, and he didn't want to attract attention because of it. "You can get your rations," he spoke in a gravelly voice, "from Piney down in the galley. My men know of your skill and will begin to bring clothing to you." He cleared his throat and stood up, making eye contact with the girl. "You can borrow what you need if you want to change out of that," he offered as his eyes landed on the dress laying on the bed. "Once we hit land, you can buy something more...practical." 

With that, Vic exited once again and made his way to the side of the ship. The water below them was crystal clear and a vibrant blue color which made him smile from ear to ear. He stripped down, but not without the whistles coming from his men. "Aye, enough, you savages," he yelled back with a smile as he dove head first into the water below. It felt exquisite, almost warm and cold at the same time. He loved the sea, and it loved him back.