Hearing the heavy boots clunk across the deck below him, Jim flinched, waiting to be yelled at for being up there alone. When he only heard the calm sea crash against the slow moving boat, he relaxed and straightened up his shirt that hung loose on his shoulders, framing his protruding collarbones nicely.<br/><br/>Jim climbed down from the Crow's Nest and onto the top deck, much more graceful than the other night when he had fallen into John's strong, warm grasp. Shaking his head, as if to rid himself of the thought,  he stepped down into the lower deck where the kitchen was to get an early start on dishes and then breakfast, hoping he could catch a nap later. He nearly skidded to a stop upon hearing someone else moving dishes around, and the tap running.<br/><br/>He bit down onto his lower lip and braced himself, quietly pushing the door open a mere crack to see who it was, though he figured he had a good enough idea. Taking a deep breath in, he pushed the door all the way open. "Morning," Jim mumbled as if he had just woken. "You're up extra early. Why?" he hopped up onto the counter, opposite of where John was working to keep out of his way. He watched Silver work and almost smiled to himself. What was it about this man that was so fascinating? The well played element of mystery, Jim thought.