Jack could not stand being in his cabin any longer.<br/><br/>Actually, he had to admit, it wasn't a bad place to be.  It was comfortable, clean, and he had his music.  And pretty ladies kept dropping in to give him things.  But he knew how easy it would be to fall into the trap of isolation.  He knew that, if he didn't take charge of himself, he'd become some sort of anchorite, a recluse.<br/><br/>He decided that, at least, he could take a look around the ship.  In any case. he had to go and arrange payment for the iPod charger, which worked perfectly.  And - he couldn't hide the fact, even to himself - he desperately wanted to see Becky again.  If nothing else, the cute way she'd blushed when he'd helped her with her troublesome zipper had made him fall in...  well, he modified it, in<span style="font-style: italic">interest</span>with her.  There was no way he was going to use the "L" word - it always got him into too much trouble!<br/><br/>He got to the shop just as Lynne was opening it up, and went through the process of charging the charger (sorry, there's no other way to put it) to his account - which he was pleased to see had been arranged by the people who had originally shanghaied him and put him on the vessel.  He wouldn't have put it past them to have left him stranded with no money.  As it was, it was in credit enough for him to live like a king until well after the voyage ended.<br/><br/>He couldn't help noticing how happy Lynne was.  When he also asked for an iPod cleaning cloth - because the paintwork had a little [i[nick[/i] on it, he was confused to see that she blushed scarlet.  She did so again when he asked her to "box" the stuff up.  He hoped he hadn't accidentally said some rude word...<br/><br/>Afterwards, he genuinely thought he was wandering aimlessly around the ship.  He didn't even realize he was haunting the places where a certain pretty stewardess might be performing her duties, and where he might "accidentally" run into her.