"Get up, Jack." I was smacked with something, I couldn't tell what. "Get up." I opened my eyes to see Pearl coming into vision in the blurry lamplight. She grinned and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me up out of the bed.

"Ugh, you smell terrible." She waved her hand in front of her face. "You smell like garbage and whiskey."

"What the hell are you doing here?" I pushed her hand away, and glanced over to the windows. "It's not even daylight yet. Are you insane?"

"I want to show you something, so get up." She tossed the blankets off of me, and then immediately tossed them back on. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were in your underclothes."

"I'm sorry I'm not appropriately dressed for you to sneak into my room in the middle of the night and try to wake me up." I rubbed my face. "Go home and let me be."

"No, come on. Please." She begged. "It won't take long, and I promise you can go right back to bed afterwards." I stared at her for a moment and then sighed.

"Fine. Go downstairs and wait for me while I get dressed." She clapped excitedly and headed downstairs. I pulled on the simplest clothes I could and went down to find her. She sat on a barstool, swinging her legs impatiently. She was as underdressed as I was. She seemed to be wearing a nightgown with a thin dress over it, with a coat wrapped around her and her shoes pulled on without stockings.

"Admiring my wardrobe choice? It's not even daylight, like you said. I didn't have time to get fully dressed, and no one will see me anyhow." She hopped down from the barstool and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the saloon and into the street. "Hurry up, or we'll miss it." The next thing I knew she was dragging me across the dock. She shooed a seagull off of the railing before leaning against it. "Look Jack, look."

"You dragged me out of my bed and across town to watch the sun rise?" I asked her, staring out at the foggy sun rising over the murky water. "What… why?"

She glanced up at me. "It's nicer to enjoy these things with other people. Standing out here alone would've been one thing, but standing out here with you is entirely different."

I was silent, unsure of what to say.

"You don't have to say anything." She turned back towards the water. "The fact that you're here is enough."

"You didn't give me much of a choice in the matter."

"Are you not enjoying yourself, then?" She asked. "Am I torturing you with the sunset? Are you too manly for this kind of thing?"

"No, nothing like that." I leaned on the railing and rubbed my eyes. "I just- I don't understand you."

She shrugged. "People aren't something that can be figured out so fast." She looked up at me again. "Jack, what is this?" She reached up and pushed my hair away from my head and I hissed in pain.

"Damn it, don't do that." I swatted her hand away.

"What happened to your ear?"

"Bounty hunting yesterday, got shot twice." I told her. "This too." I pulled my shirt back a bit to show her the bandages on my shoulder.

She made a disgusted face and turned away. "Why you would do something so stupid for four hundred dollars, I'll never know."

"I need to eat, Pearl." I told her. "And get new shoes soon, probably."

"I told you that if you're hungry, you can always come to dinner at my house." She insisted. "Not just dinner, either. My brothers are gone, you can eat whatever they would've eaten if they still lived with us."

"I'm not taking advantage of your family like that." I shook my head. "Your father works hard for his money, I'm not about to do that."

"So you'd rather starve, or get shot bounty hunting?"

I scoffed. "I can handle a gunshot wound. It's not my first."

She prodded the wound on my shoulder, just hard enough to hurt. "And what about when their aim gets a little better, huh?" She moved her hand over. "And they get you here. You know what's under here? Your lung. A bullet in there means you drown on your own blood." She moved her hand only a little more. "And here, your heart. A bullet in that will kill you." She shook her head. "You're going to get yourself killed like this, Jack Marston. You're stubborn, and worse than that, you're a reckless idiot."

I shoved her hand away from me. "What do you care, anyhow? I'm going back to bed. Enjoy your stupid sunrise. It happens every damn day."

The walk was colder on my way back to the hotel room, and even when I crawled back into my bed, it took a while to get warm again.