Evie stared out of her window hoping that she'd see Mal the next day. The sunset had been the only thing lighting up her bedroom reflecting off of each wall. It was quick. Just as it came it also left. The isle was awake with thieves in the night who hadn't given up on the day. Evie withdrew the curtains and laid down in her bed thinking about her feelings until she eventually fell asleep. Mal rocked back and forth with the boat. Sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was an honorary pirate now and pirates go for the gold. If anything Mal felt pumped. She had done what she had wanted to do for a while now. To finally have cleared her chest Mal was relieved. It was a seldom delayed reaction. Mal shouted and hollered definitely waking the others. Harriet screamed swinging her arms ready to fight the thing making sounds. Mal didn't realize how loud she had been and quickly shut her mouth with both of her hands. Harriet bumped around before finding Mal. "What in Davy Jones' locker are you doing, Mal?" "It worked. I mean it didn't work, but I said it without fainting or throwing up." "Said what? Fainting? Throwing up? Mal, have the sea waves made you soft?" "Nevermind what I said. It's what I did! And just between you and me it was amazing!" "Ooh...a prank. I can't wait to see the after effects." Mal was too busy with her own pride to correct Harriet. They then both started a celebration together. Harriet was doing a pirate's jig and Mal was dancing her pants off. The rest of Harriet's staff joined in on the fun little by little each taking swigs of their drink of choice. A feast was had as well filled with all the crew's favorite rotten foods. Now Mal really felt like a pirate. They partied all night long rocking the ship.