JACK
No it was, then. Jack shrugged her off as she turned to leave, doing the inevitable and being the one to pat the man down in case he did have anything interesting on him (he did not) and turning away to leave as well. Or rather, trying to - it was more difficult than expected when one was drunk and had been punched in the face. "Don't go wanderin' too far in that direction," the captain called over his shoulder as he began to meander back the way Melita had come from. "Fierce an' pretty little thing like you'll be eaten alive before mornin'."
