"Well, she does list slightly to starboard," Jack was seated in the tavern, clearly relaxed; his feet were upon the table, fingers laced together behind his head as he leaned back to better view the buxom wench who leaned to the right as she served the table across the room.
"Jack!" Gibbs admonished him sharply, his eyes following Jack's gaze.
"Mister Gibbs, I was not speaking of her," Clearly ruffled that his friend thought he spoke of the woman. Removing his feet from the table, he straightened up and reached for the bottle of rum. Pouring each a generous drink, he spoke softly. "But she's still a fine ship."