Alice watched him go, and she wasn't all that much surprised when he came back bearing a bottle of rum. She'd expected that he was getting something to comfort him. He was still laughing, but not with all that much humour as he'd had before. She shook her head at his offer. She didn't want to lose control over herself again tonight, to anything. It was slightly surreal. Maybe this was all a dream - showing her what silly desires could lead to. The world outside of her safety bubble was scary and dangerous. It wasn't the sort of place where she belonged. But Vic... She looked at him when he talked, memorising each line in his face, the graceful sweep of his jaw and high cheekbones. If she never saw him again, she wanted to remember him. Like this, a hero in some strange way... She was sympathising with her kidnapper, and she knew it. But the past few days of her life had been more alive than any others. 

Her face and tone registered surprise when he spoke about returning her. "You will?" she murmured softly. And she looked at him for a bit more. Pirates weren't all that the stories made them out to be. People... Were people. No matter where they came from, they could be brave or cowardly, gentlemanly or crude. And she could like Victor, even if he was a pirate and her kidnapper. For he'd shown himself to be far more than the labels that she'd stuck on him. "Thank you." The moon shone down through the open window, curtains flapping gently in the night wind. The pale glow made even him look ghostly. For a moment, she hesitated, before lying down as well. Her breath bated, she let one of her arms droop over the bed. Her fingers brushed the wooden floor. Alice didn't always sleep like that. Maybe she just wanted to be a little closer to him. She'd seen the expression on his face, the haunted look of someone who'd lost their way and was doubting themselves.