Sparrow and crew managed to get home with their spoils- wine and their pack member, in order of excitement- and Sparrow intended to have them come back with flair. She set up a bonfire on the beach and some alcohol. She sure hoped someone thought to grab food while she was gone, because she was famished. Lighting the fire, Sparrow called to the pack, waiting for whoever wanted to welcome home their lost comrade. "The price was high," she egged on, eying the man, "But it was worth it, and we got out Artisan back!" Friar jumped onto Sparrow's back, holding the bottle of blood red wine aloft in the air. "Oh and we got this super special wine or something. Everyone take a swig- just one swig- and pass it around. Remember the taste so we know what we're raiding for next time as motivation."

There was talk of a party, and Jack would absolutely ball out for that. The girl heard the call as it came, and made her way to the beach with long strides. They were quick and confident, and she couldn't help herself. The antihero had yet to meet any of her new packmates, so a party was as good a time as any. With long steps and her head held high, Jack moved to meet them where they gathered on the beach. Her blue eyes danced with mischief, shining in the light of the fire. And a fire it was! Fire, booze, and a good fucken time. A rakish grin played on her face, taking the bottle as it was passed around. The wine was sweet, blood red, and tasted absolutely brilliant. "Fucken excellent," Jack's tail wagged. She'd gather with the rest, and hopefully start to integrate into pack life... hopefully. It would be a pirate's life for her, and it always had been. She could get used to this. Jack O’Malley looking half a corpse and half a god