[And, just as obviously, James would never call on her at this hour. Not if things were as they usually were -- but usual had gone out the window sometime the night before, when he'd lain awake tormented by Yurippe's words. And Alexia's words. And Arthur's words. Why did everyone think he was in love with Jack Sparrow?

Was he?

Since he wasn't technically on duty as long as he remained aboard Beckett's ship, he'd had access to some of the rum stores -- but he hadn't really started drinking until after his worldhop.

He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't stand up straight, but he also wasn't entirely in control. And that was the state Alexia would find him in, when she got word that there was a visitor here for her.]