The battle over, Ray rejoiced with the rest of the crew and did his part looting the slaver ship, scuttling it as they left and singing a
silly tune. He enjoyed himself in the aftermath of the battle, distracted completely from his concerns during it. The drinking with Luro was an experience; he had hardly been drinking the swill that pirates called rum for two weeks and he had already acquired his taste for it. It was certainly no finely aged scotch, or mellow brandy, but it did have a way of getting you drunker than a pickled fish. Nolan's dinner was simply top-notch again, and Ray couldn't help but let him know.
He may be lacking in a fight, but he certainly has his own skills. After dinner and drinks, he spent his evening cleaning out the cannons, the rum making him forget if anyone had already done so. The guns were his responsibility, so he figured he had to keep them in good condition. While he was working, he thought to himself,
Why am I enjoying myself so much? Duh, we just won, so we're celebrating. But honestly, why am I working so much after a victory like we just had? Work would be the last thing on my mind. It's like I'm trying to forget something. Realizing that he was in fact trying to forget something, he turned his mind fully towards the task in front of him. However, the more he worked, the more it slowly crept into his conscious mind.
By the time he returned to his bunk, he had all but remembered. Exhausted, he fell into his hammock and dreamed of
her....