Another day had passed. Anamaria and Stephanie were, once again, filling themselves with rum. They had 4 bottles left. As much as they tried to keep quiet, in the state they were in, it was a near impossibility. One of them would say something that the other found funny and they would both erupt in loud, drunken giggles. It wasn't long before the Captain heard them.

Jack threw the door open, "You have more rum, don't you?!" He bellowed.

Stephanie snickered loudly and pointed at him, "You should see your fuggin' face, Cap, it's priceless. You look so mad!" she burst out in a drunken fit of laughter again.

"We only have one more bottle, Cap'n," Anamaria lied, holding out the third of the four bottles and leaving the other under her bed. "You can have it."

He took the rum from her, "You stole me rum! I knew there was more!"

"You had no fuggin' clue! You shoulda seen your face!" said Stephanie, still laughing. "I'm fuggin' hungry, Jack-o, what ya say that you drink that rum and we go get someth'n ta eat?" she was slurring worse than Jack usually did.

"Right, then," Jack took a swig of his rum. "We'll get some food. But, it's, uh, Captain Jack-o to you." he reminded her.

Stephanie stood up and tried to compose herself, but wound up in another fit of laughter, "Captain Jack-o!" she giggled. She stumbled over to him and threw an arm drunkenly over his shoulders. "Y'know, Cappy, that funny words make me like you! I'm gonna call you Cappy Jack-o from now on, buddy." she smirked before letting go of him and drunkenly finding her way to the door. "I'll be back with some food."

Jack watched her, slightly amused and slightly confused at her actions, "Funny little drunk, in't she?" he said to Anamaria, but she had already passed out asleep on the bed. He decided to follow Stephanie, but just as he went t leave the door, she pounded her way back in. She had apples, grapes and a whole loaf of bread.

"I found some food!" she threw the supplies on her bed and then laughed at Anamaria sleeping in her own. Her eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh! I almost forgot!" she flopped down on her stomach on her bed and reached under Anamaria's for the last bottle of rum. "My drink!"

Jack looked at her in shock, "Your- MY drink!"

"No, you have yours there. This one's mine. Ask anyone." Stephanie explained.

"No, my bottles empty! Gimme that one!" he demanded.

"No!"

"Give it to me!"

"It's mine!"

"Give it to me or take a dive!" Jack threatened.

Stephanie sobered up slightly, not much, to inform him of one thing, "Sure thing, Cap, I'll take a dive. But I'll be takin' two things with me. One; your testicles. And two; THIS bottle of rum!"

Jack shook his head, "Alright, we'll share it,"

She rolled her eyes, "Fine, I guess that'll do," she sat up on her bed and opened the bottle, taking a swig. She held the bottle out to Jack. He staggered over to her bed and took the bottle, sitting next to her as he did so. Naturally, conversation struck as they passed the bottle back and forth.

"So, I heard you plan to leave the Pearl at next port?" Jack inquired.

Stephanie shrugged, " Was thinkin' 'bout it. Not so sure, though. She's so much like the Widow."

Jack found himself slightly relieved that Stephanie wasn't sure what she was doing. She was a great help around the ship. She knew what she was doing. But, he changed the subject anyway, "What's that ring?" he indicated the ring on her right index finger.

Stephanie looked fondly down at it. It was a large silverish ring. Very dark, and very dirty. It was just a band with Celtic designs engraved around it. She traced one of the designs with a fingernail, "This was my mothers."

Jack looked closer at it, "Generous gift. It couldn't have been cheap."

Stephanie shrugged and took another swig of the rum, "I dunno. It wasn't a gift. I took it from her finger at her funeral."

"From your own mother?" Jack sounded more surprised than he was.

"She wanted me to have it. Da- Anthony wouldn't let me have it after after she died. But she wanted to give it to me. She told me so. So, I took it. And afterwards I ran. I left my house. I left my town. I left. I've not ever gone back there." Stephanie was opening herself up in her drunken state. Jack was slightly shocked at this. He wasn't sure what to say. She didn't give him an opportunity to try, "Well, you can finish the rest. I've reached me fill," she laid down on the bed. "I'm gonna get some rest. Work to do tomorrow. Night, Captain Jack-o."

Jack took the bottle and walked to the door to leave, "G'night... Cap'n... Stephan....-O,"