I kept drinking the water that Jacob gave me until I felt like I was regaining control of my body. Then, I felt like my head was pounding a bit. I groaned. Jacob gave me a quick glance.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
I shook my head, "What just happened to me?"
"You were a bit tipsy after gulping your first one and a half glasses of rum," he said and chuckled.
"Are you mocking me?" I glared at him.
Jacob shook his head, "No. I am quite amused though. But next time, no more rum for you. You do not have tolerance for it."
I arched my left eyebrow, "You're not my Father. Besides, how could I build tolerance when I don't drink again?"
Jacob scoffed, "I am YOUR Captain. Besides, do you really honestly think that I will let you get drunk on a ship filled with men?"
He had a point but I don't want to give up on our argument just yet, "Pshh!! You can't stop me!"
Jacob eyed me. "Don't try me, Darling. Don't try me," he warned.
