Suddenly, you hear a thump from behind you and reflexively take cover under a table. Peeking over, you see Charles leaning against the galley entrance's doorframe. Still drunk, she makes for quite a sight. While wrapped in her blanket, you can tell that she has yet to put any clothes on underneath. Meanwhile, her long red hair hangs disheveled about her face.
"What's all this commotion?" She grumbles, stumbling into the room. "Can't a man get any sleep even in his dreams?"
She thinks this is a dream, you realize.
Going over to the water barrel, Charles takes a drink, scooping it up with her palms without bothering with a cup. Incidentally, this brings her rather close to where Scarlett and the sailor are enjoying each other. So, of course, she spots them.
"What's this?" She grunts with annoyance. "Some scoundrel smuggling whores aboard? Not on my ship. It'll be three days in the brig for you, whoever you are."
Staggering past the barrel to investigate, Charles trips over her own shaky feet and lands on her knees next to the couple, dropping her blanket in the process. Still locked in euphoria, the sailor is surprised to come face to face with yet another naked redhead every bit as beautiful as the one underneath him. Grinning, he reaches out and pulls her to him.
"What the devil!" Charles practically squeaks. "Unhand me this instant, or I'll-"
Her threats are cut short as her lips are smothered by a messy kiss. Her small fists beat weakly against his chest only to grow even weaker with each second. Finally, her eyes drift shut, and she allows herself to be drawn in.
From your hiding spot, you blush and fondle yourself while watching the trio go at it. Things have certainly taken an unexpected turn. The Carmine sisters are now reunited in the most awkward of ways. Should you cut this short? Call for help? To be honest, you really want to join in.