He let his head role back and his face feel the sun. She said yes with all the warmth he deserved. He smiled. But Jax had things to do. First of which was a quick run back to that pond. He needed to breath that water again. Besides it was a good place to get started. From there he had to find some shop, tailor or seamstress because she made it clear he needed to improve his attire. And he did. He traveled very light and that included no fair suites or clothes at all. 

He didn't like the idea, at first, of wearing the Captains left over clothes. It was hard enough in the guys shadow right now. He was the brains. He was the brawl. He had the woman and the men. What did Jax have? At least he could have his own set of fine threads. He imagined the First Mate would want him in her Captain’s clothes just so she could sort of pretend she was attending with someone else not Jax. He couldn’t fault her for that. But then he didn't want to be anyone else either. At least he did not want to admit he did. 

So Jax ran quickly to the shop that had a needle hanging on a sign. The woman inside snickered at him and almost pushed him out saying no one would find anything for a river rat like him in the little time he gave. Really? He held out his coins but she wasn’t impressed as she closed the door in his face. Another shop quickly. Jax should have done this right away. He just thought you grabbed a coat from behind a counter and you were dressed. Apparently not. He had coins. Right in his hand. And he couldn’t find anyone to dress him.

Sea spit!

Jax sucked it up, took it in, lifted his chin and dashed back to the ship. He stopped at the Captain’s door. Damn this is not how he wanted all this to go. He had nothing. Damn if she wasn’t right and knew he would end up here. Damn her. Jax took a breath again. But ride the tide they say. Jax knocked on the door.

As soon as a crack appeared and the door opened Jax fell to his knees. “Have mercy!” He spread his arms wide and called, “I have swallowed the sea. I am treading water as the waves crush me. I drank ,more salt than I can swallow. I am going to a party and have no clothes. Have pity on this poor moon struck sailor and dress me. Please.”

He rose his eyes to judge his delivery by the Captain’s face and the position of the door.