Jack threw Angelica a bottle, which she caught deftly.
"Thank you..."
"You're welcome." Jack said, in a mockingly posh voice.
Angelica sighed. She was very thirsty, but...
"Ummm... maybe we should... save them?"
"Why?" Jack looked confused.
"Well, if we're going to be here for a long time, and these are the only bottles..."
Jack's face cleared.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure there's more where that came from."
And to hopefully remove any of her inhibitions, he uncorked the bottle and promptly drank half the contents in a few gulps.
Angelica was still doubtful, and she looked down at the bottle for a little bit. But eventually, thirst overcame her and she
took a few conservative sips, which fast turned into small gulps, which just as quickly turned into huge gulps.
Later on they had managed to find a whole crate of rum, and they were fast consuming it. Jack was having unmistakable bouts of deja-vu,
and he vowed to watch Angelica for any signs of desire to burn rum. Well, you never knew...
Jack sat down on the sand, exhausted from all the jumping about.
Angelica sat down too.
"How are we going to get off this island, Jack?"
"I have absolutely no idea!" Jack proclaimed cheerfully.
Angelica poked him reproachfully and frowned.
"It's serious you know, it's nothing to laugh about."
Jack placed an arm round her comfortingly.
"Never mind, while we wait for an obliging god to poke a finger down and transport us back to my ship, the company is infinitely and indisputably better,
and scenery is also improved. In my opinion."
Angelica laughed.
"Why, what was it like last time?"
"Royal looking and more than a bit proud. Not to my tastes."
Angelica looked confused.
"How is that anything to do with a Carribbean island?"
"Ah. Would you like to know?"
"Yes!"