Victor was awoken by the loud voice on the deck. He chuckled at the fact that he fell asleep in the crow's nest, popped up, and looked west to see, in fact, that the sun was setting. Immediately, his stomach growled. Most would probably get sick of eating the same stew every night for supper, but getting bored of food was something that pirates didn't have the pleasure of. He shimmied his way down the wood that supported the nest and dropped down to the deck. He had brief conversations with a few of his men as they headed down to the galley.

They all sat down in the room that they slept in, taking a seat where they could find one. It was a decent sized room with cots lining the walls like catacombs. There were candles scattered to illuminate the dark, wooden chamber. At the sight of Alice, he stood up and offered her the seat he had taken on the cot and sat on the floor across from her. Men were laughing and cursing as they took their places to eat, and once everyone was seating, Vic spoke. "Aye aye, boys. Time to pray," he said with a smirk as the men began to chuckle. 

"Our [i]heavenly[/i] father, we thank you for this extravagant meal that Piney has prepared for us. May it nourish our handsome bodies so that we may have the most productive time in Isla Imorda." This made the crew murmur in agreement. "Please bless us with as much liquor as we can stand, besides for Black. Please do not let him drink enough to think a man was a woman again." A roar of laughter erupted as the men jabbed a man named Black. "Can't we just forget that?" he yelled. Vic popped open an eye and looked at him. "Shush. I'm praying. May the women of Isla Imorda take care of my crew so that we may continue on our noble quest, shall the seas spare our lives. Also, thank you, father, for our new guest, Alice Rohan. May her stay on the Black Star serve its purpose, and my men stop staring at her breasts. For God's sakes, Tiny." The younger boys eyes darted away from Alice and looked up to Vic, who laughed as they made eye contact. The boy blushed the brightest shade of red. "Thank you, Father. Amen." Vic opened his eyes, and the rest of he crew said their amens.

"Boys, we have a busy day tomorrow. Take it easy on the rum and turn in early. We will be waking at first light and docking at the island soon after." As he said the last sentence, he raised the unmarked bottle of alcohol he had next to him.  "Cheers, my good men." A collective "Aye!" and glasses clinking filled the room as he men began to eat. Vic looked to Alice and held out the bottle of rum as if to offer her some. He didn't take her for the type to drink, but he had promised to be a gentleman, so he offered anyway.