He smiled at her agreement and rubbed his hands together. "Very well. We should be arriving tomorrow, about an hour after first light. We do our business in the morning, and usually at dusk we begin to celebrate the day's success. There is an inn that takes good care of us while we stay. You may even get a hot bath." He stood up and reached behind her to grab the map that he had slaved over since they took off on their voyage. "You see," he began as he flattened it out on his lap with it facing her. "Here is your port," he said as he pointed a finger to a small patch of green on the beige paper. "We are now here, hence the red dotted line. And here," he poked the map with a tad bit of force, "is Isla Imorda. One of the havens that welcomes heathens like myself with open arms." He smirked and rolled the map up. 

As he stood up and reached over her once more to set it back in its place, his eyes lingered on hers for a moment. "Your eyes, the color - very rare in these parts." He leaned in closer to observe them in greater detail. "Green like the trees," he said quizzically as he backed away from her and stood up straight with his legs parted. "Well, it looks to be high noon. I will let you be as I attend to some important matters around the ship. Dinner usually starts as the sun sets, so I shall see you then, aye?"

Without waiting for a response, Victor swung the doors open and paused to take in the atmosphere - the warm sun beating on his face, the salty air filling his senses, the blue that surrounded him. Vic would rather die tomorrow at sea than spend the rest of his life on land. He turned around and closed the doors gently, but not without catching the gaze of Alice was last time. He paused for a moment and held her eye contact before he successfully shut them. It was strange, he admitted to himself, having a woman aboard. It had been roughly two years since Isa had passed, and he almost forgot the warmth a feminine touch could bring to a captain and his crew. She was someone he did not like to speak of - it brought him a feeling of vulnerability that he hated the sensation of. He was a hardened, bloody-thirsty man of the sea, and he would let nothing, including love and death, take that away from him.

He cleared his thoughts and continued down to the galley, where him and Piney hook inventory of their food supply. Vic also worked with Tiny, the young boy Alice had seen earlier, to check their stock of weapons and ammo. The Black Star had not seen a battle for a few months, which was truly a rarity for the crew, but they knew that it was only the calm before the storm. "Thanks, boy-o," Vic said to Tiny as he ruffled the hair on his head. At 6'3", he towered over the young lad, who he had come to see as a sort of little brother. 

Vic finished his to do list before supper, and he decided to climb up to the crows nest to read a book he had stolen on his last plunder. The crew was still scurrying about below him, but Vic was tired. Usually, he would go retire until supper, but since Alice was occupying his quarters, this would have to suffice. He enjoyed reading. It was a vacation from the day to day grind that wore away at him. By his calculations, he would be roughly 28. But he felt old. Tired. Weathered. He had been on the sea for nearly a decade, and in that time had came within inches of death countless times. That is partly the reason he had earned the name Incubus. Foes of the crew thought he must have been otherworldly, or at least magical, for surviving as long as he did. The other reason for his nickname was obviously for his way with women. Whether they were of high social ranking or low class, they flocked to him wherever he was. He, of course, took advantage of this, usually having his way with a woman if she had shown her interest. He didn't see the need to harm a woman, since he usually remained satisfied from what he received voluntarily. 

He was excited to arrive at Isla Imorda. Women, booze and food flowed freely there, and Vic felt like he deserved to indulge himself in all three. They had been out at sea, minus the short trip to Alice's port, for a while now. He felt more than ready to dive into the island as if it were the ocean itself. He envisioned the scantily dressed girls working at the inn who would rub his shoulders, feed him whatever he desired, and making sure that his pint was always full. As his imagination ran further, he shut the book and closed his eyes with a smile on his face while a large captains hat provided him shade.