Sweeney watches her. Listens. But he doesn't know who the fuck Crozier is, so he's not sure what he's supposed to say. He doesn't give a fuck about him or pirating for damn sure.

Instead, he falls to the logical back up, and his fingers tighten to find themselves wrapped around the neck of a new bottle. The other remains on the grass nearby. Sweeney sets to opening it and is relieved once the task is done. He tips the bottle to her in a vague gesture of toasting.

"Fuckin' over." To that, they seem to agree.