Alice seemed to shrink a bit as Victor announced the options that her father had given them. Even though she had not provided them, she still felt bizarrely responsible. Which wasn't right, considering she'd had no choice in being kidnapped. The pirates seemed split between two options, and her heart sank as Victor denounced the third. She'd been secretly hoping for such a decision; for a little more time with him. The world here, at sea, was rough and scary. He'd seemed the same, at first. But she'd grown to... Her eyes traced the line of his jaw, the bright spark in his brown eyes. She'd grown to love him. And perhaps, with time, the sea would be the same for her. If only she had the chance. 

She glanced sideways at Victor as he sat down, itching to touch him in some way. But he seemed to be restraining himself now. She understood. It would look like weakness to the crew. Also feeling a bit shaken, she reached for the cup of wine that one of the girls had poured for her. Thanking her, she took a grateful sip. And another, and another, until it was finished. Wine didn't flow so freely at Great Inagua, and being drunk was most unladylike. She may as well enjoy it while she could. Picking up her fork, she twirled a piece of chicken around her fork and slowly ate, glancing every now and then across to Victor. The energy from earlier had dissipated into nothing, and she feared his feelings for her had too. 

Jealousy spiked in her heart as one of the serving girls trailed a hand along his shoulder as she leaned over and poured more rum for Victor. Her bosom was most impressive, and she giggled as she walked on to the next tankard. Alice looked away quickly, continuing eating. She wasn't really that hungry, and she laid down her fork after a couple of bites. The wine was sending a good buzz through her veins, and she was relaxing more where she sat. Smiling idly, she folded her hands in her laps and glanced toward Victor again. "It seems your crew is split with decision."