Alice followed the crowd down below the deck, not making eye contact with anyone. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention, after all. Honestly, she'd probably rather be holed up in Vic's room than down here. The air was musty and thick with the scent of hard work and man, and the room was bustling with sound and movement. She received her bowl of stew - what [i]was[/i] that in there? - and glanced across the room. She made her way to Vic, who was sitting on a cot - and kindly moved to let her sit down. That was... rather gentlemanly for a kidnapper-pirate. With a, 'thank you,' she took her seat.

A prayer seemed strange, in this place and with these people. They seemed a rather unholy lot to her. Unless this was some sort of joke; one that she would not find very funny. As it turned out, it was a joke. Hm. And rather crass, which seemed to be in character for Vic. She glanced away from him and the rest of the crew, down at her bowl of brown stew. Her cheeks had gained colour again; she certainly needn't wear rouge around Vic. But then... some of it was funny. Had Black really down that? A small gasp of amusement escaped her, and she looked back up at Vic again. And that was when he mentioned her bosom - how crude! Suddenly feeling eyes on her, she put her hand by her collarbones and glanced away again. How terribly embarrassing... They hadn't been staring [i]that[/i] much, had they? She could but hope that her womanly assets wouldn't inspire bad thoughts in the men. At least Tiny seemed to be embarrassed as well. It was a small comfort.

Alice picked up the spoon and brought the broth up to her mouth. There were small chunks of what seemed to be potato in it. She ate it - and still couldn't tell what it was meant to be. Beef? ...Rat? The thought was nauseating. And no salt whatsoever. Salt was a luxury, apparently. Slightly put off, she looked up as Vic moved something toward her. It was a bottle. Of what? Some sort of alcohol? She'd often drunk wine at her father's events, although more than a glass tended to make her a little silly. More than two and she started to stumble. To be honest, at least it was fun to feel that way. After a moment's hesitation, the girl took the bottle from him. It was only as she took a sip that she realised how strong it was. It burned right down her throat - she coughed, free hand coming to cover her mouth. "What- what is that?" she asked, holding it out to him. "It is extremely strong. Far moreso than red wine."

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