Cracking an eyelid open, Jack looked around. He wasn't able to sleep well. "Perhaps I might be able rummage up some rum?"
he thought to himself. Rousing himself from his place of rest, he swung his feet down and threw on his shoes.
Peering over the shoes overall appearance he said almost out loud, "Well our fortunes have changed, haven't they. Much better than that foul
pit we escaped from." Donning his cap he rose to the deck. Making his way to the galley.
"Lets see what Lazarus might be able to spare."