Melanie felt guilty almost immediately. She didn’t mean to seem angry, but she was on edge and was now drinking because of it. The girl didn’t enjoy drinking all the time because it made her lose her sense of logic. What was she without that? The eldest of the bunch seemed to be letting loose more so Melanie debated whether to just head back to the ship or to stay and keep her crewmates out of trouble. The girl trickled the coins back into Eleanor’s hand while Ross bid the rest of them adieu after complimenting the other three.<br/><br/>Melanie had gotten a lot of offhand, drunken compliments that night. Not that she had paid any of those people attention, they were nothing more than a tad too tipsy. On the ship she wasn’t missed much when she was below deck for most of the day hours. Honestly Melanie missed the lively waves crashing brine into the hull, but the calm nighttime was more home to her than anything else.<br/><br/>Melanie watched Ross stumble around the corner. She wouldn’t have trusted him to do anything without some sort of supervision. The young pirate only hoped he would find himself to the ship by dawn. Part of her wanted to follow him but she knew he would likely find himself in a stupid situation she didn’t want to get involved with. All she did know is that he’d feel awfully sick in the morning.<br/><br/>“Just don’t go get your throat slit by some other drunk bastard!” Melanie called after him before shaking her head and sipping from the bottle he had handed her. She gave Eleanor an apologetic look, “I didn’t mean to snap at you, I just get on edge being around so many people like that,” the girl nodded back at the pub and chuckled, “It is exciting, though. Maybe I should try to get used to it.”<br/><br/>Melanie smiled a bit and handed the bottle she had to Eleanor, three-fourths empty. “Unless you’ve got an exciting plan, I think I might turn in for the night, amigas,” Melanie untied her red bandana from her arm and secured her hair back with it as it usually was.