Jaye could very easily get depressed over her last week here, especially since she ended radio and two people in her alcove section of the cabin are already gone.

She's not, though. What she's doing is standing somewhere near the fire, and tossing mini-marshmallows into it. What? They suck for s'mores when they're that small, but they make good projectiles.

And she hasn't even gotten into Barbossa's rum yet. Wow.


[Open. *plays the hell out of Jaye while I can.]