Careful not to brush his fingers, she pulls the bottle from his grasp and indulges in a long drink.

Someone laughs on shore, the sort of cackle that hints at too much alcohol and sets your teeth on edge.

Having made a sort of competition out of it in her own mind, Elizabeth refuses to be the first to look away, even as she struggles with the urge to turn and glare at the person laughing.

She can't remember the last time she laughed like that.