Hester pokes her head out her cabin door and takes in the scene of chaos in the gangway of the wildly heaving ship. Behind her, a silky-smooth voice with an Irish lilt enquires:
"What the hell is going on out there?"
Hester replies, "I dunno, Stu. I think it's just another one of Red Cat's parties."
Hester notices a bottle of rum rolling down the corrider as the ship pitches and bucks in the heavy seas. She snatches it up, waving it in triumph at her cabinmate.
She bolts the door behind her, and hops back into bed with her rum and her bit of rough, leaving the rest of the crew to sort out whatever mess they've got themselves into this time.