When I finally woke up, I was in my hammock in the sleeping quarters. I slowly sat up and found Jim's jacket draped over me, as I was still wearing my own. I got out of the hammock, carefully setting Jim's jacket on it, and made my way up on-deck. I saw Silver walk over to Jim, who was in the shrouds, wrapping a bit of rope around his fingers over and over again. I silently ran over and hid behind the mast nearest them, in the shadows.

"It weren't your fault, you know," Silver said and I wondered what had happened. Jim sighed.

"Why, half the crew, Anya included, would be spinning in that black abyss," Silver started.

Jim threw the rope and jumped on-deck.

"Look, don't you get it?! I screwed up! I mean, for two seconds, I thought that maybe I could do something right, but," Jim cut himself off. "Aagh! I just-"

Again, he didn't finish. He leaned on the mast and I moved to stay hidden. I had heard his voice crack from the tears that I knew were burning in his eyes and bit my lip.

"Just forget it. Forget it," Jim said and I could feel tears brim my own eyes. I quickly wiped them away.

"Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in ya, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls, and when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of, well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off ya that day," Silver answered.

I glanced around the corner to see Jim rest his forehead on Silver's stomach, sobbing silently. I quickly brushed my tears away again.

"There, there," Silver said. "Lad, it's all right, Jimbo. It's alright."

He loosely embraced Jim for a moment and pulled away before there was any chance of someone seeing.

"Now, Jim, I, uh… I best be getting about my watch and you best be getting some shut-eye. Go check on Anya for me, will ya," Silver said and my eyes widened slightly.

Once Jim was out of sight, I ran out from behind the mast and threw my arms around Silver

"Anya," he exclaimed silently, obviously surprised.

"Thank you," I whispered and pulled away, heading back to the sleeping quarters before he could see the moisture glistening down my cheeks.

I walked in just as Jim got to my hammock.

"Anya? You're alright," he called.

"Thanks to you. If you hadn't tightened all the lifelines, I wouldn't have made it," I answered with a smile.

Jim glanced away before looking back at me.

"Were you crying?"

"N-No! Hey, what's wrong? You look pretty beat up about something."

"Mr. Arrow was lost," Jim answered.

"No way."

"The spider psycho said his lifeline wasn't secured. When I checked, it was gone."

"I suspect foul play," I muttered.

"What?"

"Think about it. Even with a loose lifeline, Arrow wouldn't have fallen off when I was unconscious and had no way to hold on.

"Anya, you hit your head too hard. You should lie down."

"Fine, but be ready for the 'I told you so' to come," I answered and Jim chuckled.

"I'll be sure to be on the lookout for that. And Anya," he said.

"Yeah."

"Happy birthday."

I smiled softly and handed him his jacket.

"Thanks, Jim," I whispered before we both went to bed.